"Stinky fruit?" Both the Shaman and Ge Xing glanced at each other before giving the elongated food in the stone bowl another thorough examination. Neither its shape nor its taste gave away any indication that it was originally a stinky fruit.
Seeing their hesitation, Ji Nuan smiled.
Using chopsticks, he lifted a noodle from his own bowl into his mouth. The slightly chewy noodle tasted sweet and carried the rich flavor of Giggle Beast soup, time enough to make one want to swallow even their tongue.
Witnessing Ji Nuan devouring his food, the two orcs couldn't help but swallow their saliva — it looked genuinely appetizing.
The Shaman clumsily held two small sticks together and tried to lift a few round, smooth noodles from the stone bowl. The unpracticed movement made her hand shudder with the effort, the noodles repeatedly slipping off and sending her into a mild to strong sweat.
