Su Lin returned to his room.
The air was filled with the lingering scent of sweat, but he didn't mind at all.
He opened the food box, picked up his chopsticks, and sat on the floor, launching a whirlwind assault on that bowl of Treasure Meat soup.
After practicing the Breathing Technique for half a day, he was already starving.
The shape of the Treasure Meat, which had sparked numerous villagers' riots, went unnoticed. He only felt an indescribable exotic fragrance explode in his mouth, shooting straight to his mind!
Delicious!
Damn, it's so delicious!
The meat was extraordinarily tender, and with a gentle bite, the succulent fat seemed to melt instantly into a hot, slippery, fragrant juice that flowed down his throat.
Fresh, fragrant, tender, smooth—the taste was indescribably wonderful, with not a hint of "frozen meat"!
As soon as the Treasure Meat entered his stomach, a surge of heat immediately rose and burned in his dantian!
