The owner is such a smooth talker!
Clearly it's magma barbecue!
And he secretly tricked the bird away!
So mean!
By the Magma River, Han Qiwu had no idea that Little Electric in the distance was imagining him as a bad guy. At this moment, he was indulging in the tender texture of the molten eel.
It's so delicious.
Maybe because its survival environment is so extreme, every muscle of the molten eel has developed to the limit. Its texture isn't as soft as regular eels outside; instead, it has a slight chewiness with a hint of sulfur aroma. It's vaguely reminiscent of that smell from hot spring eggs, but the flavor here is much richer.
"This stuff would be hard to share with Mr. Tang. If I take it out, it might taste entirely different." Han Qiwu sighed helplessly, with a smile.
Mr. Tang didn't sync up with me; how could I bring him into the mines?
After finishing the molten eel, a notification popped up.
