Bai Junjun carefully sniffed and seemed to catch a strange scent: a bit fragrant yet somewhat reminiscent of stinky feet.
She couldn't quite place what it was.
For someone who survived solely on nutrient solutions, this was truly beyond her knowledge.
"Uh... It's soy sauce that we brewed ourselves."
Qiu Er saw the little girl's dirty face filled with confusion. At first, he thought there was something odd about this girl. It's sauce, for goodness' sake, who doesn't recognize sauce marinade these days? Quite extraordinary.
Then he suddenly remembered her background.
The little girl had been fleeing outside for three years; she probably hadn't tasted these homely flavors in a long time, let alone remember kitchen ingredients—probably all forgotten!
How pitiable.
Qiu Er looked at her with pity: "Try it later, you will enjoy it."
Bai Junjun unconsciously licked her lips and nodded.
