Looking at Ji Dong's reddened eyes, Yin Zhaorong chuckled and said, "Hurry up and eat. No talking when eating. The white stuff here seems like fish brains. I'm not sure which fish Lan Lan killed to get it. He insisted that you drink it. He said it would be very beneficial for your body. But I guess the taste might not be great. You just endure it."
Ji Dong didn't hesitate to pick up the bowl and devoured the bowl of white, pasty, fish brain-like food. Honestly, it wasn't that bad to eat, it just didn't have any flavor. The fish soup from earlier was just salty enough; eating this bowl of fish brains actually improved the taste in his mouth somewhat.
As soon as the fish brains went down, Ji Dong instantly felt a warmth spreading to all parts of his body, which felt inexplicably comfortable. The stiff muscles and bones from sitting cross-legged all day and night seemed to loosen up under this warmth as if every meridian was stretching and relaxing.
