However, the leftover broth from the blood sausage stew was extremely valuable, left for the restaurant owner, who thanked him happily and didn't charge any fee.
Having finished everything, it was already evening. Zhou Leng returned to Ruda cafeteria for dinner with Xu Qingjin.
A large plate of Dragon Blood Sausage was sliced.
The rich and strange smell of the Dragon Blood made the students nearby wrinkle their noses.
The Martial Arts Students all twitched their noses, sensing the aura of strength within.
Xu Qingjin, who was in the Blood Transporting Period, ate a few slices at first, thinking they were quite tasty, and ended up eating over a dozen pieces.
Then, she started feeling tipsy, her entire face red, a bit dizzy.
It was like she had drunk fake wine.
After the meal, Xu Qingjin's eyes were dazed.
"This dragon blood is really strong, are you okay?" Xu Qingjin leaned softly on Zhou Leng's body, giggling foolishly.
