Lin Yu'an came up, looking at the broth and the boiling venison heart chunks in the pot, his throat subconsciously moved.
His stomach, which had just felt overstuffed, seemed to miraculously clear a little space.
"I swear, I'm already stuffed, really... but..."
"But this venison heart soup... it's too fragrant! It's still tempting me!"
"No way, even if my stomach bursts, I can't miss this delicacy!"
He found a perfect excuse for himself, scooping up a spoonful of the clear, slightly yellow venison heart soup with a wooden spoon.
A few pieces of wild onion leaves floated in the soup. He tasted a small amount and felt the flavor was a bit light, so he added a little salt.
"Mmm—!"
An indescribably delicious taste exploded in his mouth instantly!
The addition of wild chives greatly reduced the gamey taste, leaving more of the pure and intense meat aroma.
"This soup... this soup is fantastic!"
He scooped up a piece of the soft and tender venison heart and put it in his mouth.
