Wu Yue was also a bit embarrassed. Who could have guessed that boiling the dried bitter greens would result in a thick paste instead of a soup? Even she didn't have the slightest appetite for it.
"Um... it might not look like much, but it actually tastes pretty good."
She wasn't lying; it really did taste great. She had traded some of her leftover fresh bitter greens with other tribe members for some fruit, which she then added to the soup.
To her surprise, besides the fresh fragrance of the bitter greens, the soup also had a hint of sweetness.
She scooped up a spoonful and offered it to Qinghua. "Qinghua, have a taste."
Refusal was written all over Qinghua's eyes, but she couldn't bear to disappoint Wu Yue's hopeful gaze. She stiffly extended her arm and took the spoon, much to Qingcao's admiration.
Gritting her teeth, she lowered her head and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick it...
Wu Yue: "..."
