No wonder I lost!
Ye Feizhou was astounded with the first taste.
As soon as the soup entered his mouth and released its brilliance, it was as if a body with a faint chill from a cold pond softly embraced him.
Even as he spoke about it, he himself couldn't comprehend why this feeling originated from the mouth, gradually spreading across the entire body?
"Huh—"
Unable to hold back a gentle breath, Ye Feizhou seemed to see a stream of air surge out. Suddenly, his eyes tightened, and a shadow of a fish leaped high from his vision, its graceful and lively form paused in midair, then a perfect Tai Chi slowly emerged.
"No wonder!"
This was the second time Ye Feizhou spoke.
"Fermented black beans, garlic, scallion, perilla, almonds, mint, burdock seed, gardenia, bitter balloon flower..."
"Wait, and there's bamboo leaf!"
