Upon seeing that the mushroom soup was ready, its creamy texture inexplicably attracted everyone, and they couldn't help but smack their lips in anticipation.
They had indeed walked the entire night and into the next morning, which was very exhausting, but their appetites were diminished by the pounding water at the riverside just before. However, after experiencing the sudden attack of the bandits and the scare of almost losing their lives, they felt ravenous once the danger had passed.
Dead bodies and decay no longer mattered in front of those who had faced life and death.
As long as their family could survive together, it didn't matter if it was mushroom soup or just drinking stream water.
So, at the moment they saw the soup boiling, everyone consciously ignored the question of whether the water was drinkable or not.
Old Uncle Qiu used bamboo tubes to make simple bowls for everyone, and they all received their share of mushroom soup with reverence.
