"Gulp."
Seeing so much seafood gathered in one bowl, Gray swallowed hard, feeling a twitching pain in his stomach.
"I can't take it anymore, I have to start eating!!"
Anyway, there was no one around now, so he couldn't care less. He leaned right over the window, tore open a pair of disposable chopsticks, eagerly picked up a thick piece of salmon, dipped it in the fish soup, letting the surface get coated with the thick fish soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The thick fish soup was hot, but the salmon was actually not very warm, so it balanced out quite well.
With a gentle press of the tip of his tongue, the unique fat aroma of the salmon burst forth, the tender fish meat unfolded layer by layer like fine silk.
The taste of the thick fish soup was completely different from the Marseille Fish Soup he was familiar with — no tomato sweetness, no vegetable aroma, just the purest fish fragrance.
