The wooden stick stirred the match, sparks spattered, and the soot drifted into the well along the heat wave and spread out, dancing wantonly.

This warm feeling.

It’s so cool.

Soon, layers of pale white slurry spread out inside the lantern fruit, and the faint scent of bones could be heard.

"It's really teeth!"

He was so hungry that he couldn't care about anything else. He took a bite of the wooden spoon he made, and the hot water flowed down his throat. He jumped up as if he had eaten a piece of hot tofu.

But the taste of bone slowly spreading in his mouth completely stunned him.

Fresh!

So damn fresh!

Li Ziqi kept licking his mouth, looking at the gradually whitening soup, and kept mumbling.
Chapter completed!