Bamunk nodded, "It's very sweet."
Malt syrup isn't as cloying as honey, but it carries a fragrance, and the taste is richer.
Importantly, winter had just ended not long ago, summer hadn't arrived yet, and Bamunk hadn't tasted honey in a long time.
The sweetness in his mouth brought back many memories for Bamunk.
At this moment, the fierceness in Bamunk's eyes had disappeared; he glanced at his own child, then at Luo De.
"Such a delicious thing must be very precious in your human world?"
"Not really."
Luo De said casually, "It's not considered precious in Frost Leaf Town."
With Rockridge, the Earth-Turning Divine Beast, around, Frost Leaf Town had already planted up to eighteen thousand mu of grain this year; grain was no longer a problem.
Luo De truly wasn't exaggerating.
Bamunk lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed, and asked, "Can slaves eat this?"
"You might not believe what I'm about to say."
