"Ouch... huh?"
Liu Zheng was about to yell, then realized it was actually okay.
The chitinous-like substance on his skin was a pretty good insulator. Although it was still very hot, it was about the same as when you turn the shower heat all the way up.
"I told you it's nothing. Aren't you the delivery man for the Bloody Restaurant? Why are you such a scaredy-cat?"
Guo Koutangzi said with disdain.
"The brave ones have all become former delivery men."
Liu Zheng retorted.
As the hot spring slowly heated up, the essential attributes of the Seasoning Quartet also began to emerge.
The aromas of scallions, ginger, and garlic blended into the water, rose to the surface, and rushed into his nostrils.
And Liu Zheng could feel something of his own slowly seeping out, a plant rot-like smell that spread out, neutralized by the scents of scallions, ginger, and garlic, turning into the fragrance of fresh grass.
