"They're clearly all made from soybeans, but each one has its own distinct characteristic." The Ox-Head tribesman with the curved horns licked his lips, speaking with great relish.
Bi and the reddish-brown furred man both nodded in agreement. That was right, all three dishes were incredibly delicious, yet each was unique.
After the pot of hand-pulled noodles was cooked, everyone present was given a bowl. Those who knew how to use chopsticks used them; those who didn't used spoons to scoop. The Ox-Head tribe had never seen flour made into a dish like this, both chewy and flavorful. The tofu eaten with the broth also had a completely different flavor compared to eating it plain.
For a moment, aside from the sound of gulping saliva from the beastmen sneaking glances from afar, everyone was silent, each person holding their bowl and eating voraciously.
