The hot porridge was still emitting thick steam, with bubbles emerging one by one from the bottom.
But the bowl of porridge was a deep green color, the ingredients mixed in were bizarre and odd, unrecognizable as plants or vegetables, some resembling finely chopped tree roots, and others like flattened pieces of cassava, smelling very strongly of herbs, and looking unspeakably eerie.
Such Laba Porridge completely surpassed Wang Yuyan's imagination, one might say it lacked any appealing color, aroma, or flavor at all.
It even appeared to be a bowl of deadly poison rather than appetizing Laba Porridge.
Wang Yuyan couldn't help thinking, could it be that the Long and Mu Island Masters had not given up and still intended to poison them?
But such an obvious "poison," isn't it too foolish to treat others as simpletons?
