The delectable aroma of fish mixed instantly with the spicy scent of peppers and pickled vegetables, wafting through the Watson Tribe. The orcs, one by one, dropped their tasks and salivated over the food in the pot.
It smelled heavenly!
It was dangerously enticing!
Seeing how the orcs were craning their necks, Ji Nuan smirked triumphantly, "Okay, everyone, get some purple rice from Little Ye Zi, then come here to serve the fish. Since there's a limited amount of fish, it's first come, first served, everyone gets a little taste..."
As soon as Ji Nuan finished speaking, the orcs around the pot dispersed instantly. Shortly, a clangor came from Ge Ye's side.
The translucently lustrous purple rice mixed with soup from fragrant fish, complemented with the spicy and tender fish. Oh, what a flavor!
Such deliciousness!
The aroma was off the charts!
"Everyone, be careful, the fish has...." thorns...
