Each piece of the Crow Head in the brown coarse ceramic bowl was about the size of a 1-RMB coin, therefore the grandpa could only pick up one piece every time.
The boiled Crow Head was as white as jade and was slightly transparent. Due to the irregular shapes, they looked fairly interesting.
Once the Crow Head entered his mouth, the wheat fragrance contained on the surface could be felt. Upon biting it slightly, it tasted soft and a little chewy.
When it was bit open, there seemed to be some gravy, which tasted warm and delicious, inside the Crow Head.
"Huh, it turns out to be chicken soup. Good taste." The grandpa ate a piece and immediately gasped in admiration.
"It's indeed very nice." Wu Hai also squinted at the Crow Head and said with satisfaction.
After that, the grandpa set down the chopsticks and drank a mouthful of the soup.
