'But on second thought, I'll just forget about it. We're bound to run into monsters on the way to find the Crimson Flame Tiger tomorrow anyway. I can level up then.'
Closing the Skill Level panel, Lin Mo finished the rib in his hands and grabbed another. It wasn't so hot to the touch now.
Nearby, the pork rib soup was almost done simmering.
Lin Mo took a sip with the spoon he carried with him. The flavor was much better than he had expected.
Because the seasoning was so simple, Lin Mo had originally thought the soup wouldn't taste very good. But perhaps because the ingredients themselves were of such high quality, there wasn't the slightest hint of a gamy or unpleasant smell—only a savory aroma and a clean sweetness. A little salt for seasoning was all it needed.
"The soup's ready."
At his call, the group immediately gathered around, and the atmosphere became lively.
