Even the eating utensils, like bowls, chopsticks, and spoons, were things Chen Cheng only managed to find with some difficulty.
These utensils were placed in a disorderly jumble inside a recess carved into the wall.
"My humble home is a bit crude. I hope you don't mind, young friend," Shen Zhaoyi said with a chuckle, taking a wooden spoon from the recess.
He then lifted the lid of the earthenware pot and gave its contents a stir.
Instantly, a rich, fishy aroma filled the entire house.
The scent was overwhelmingly fishy at first, but a deeper whiff revealed a fresh, savory fragrance. Just by smelling it, one's body seemed to absorb a significant amount of Qi Blood Power.
'This Spirit Fish must be a rare treasure, excellent for replenishing Qi Blood Power.'
Chen Cheng thought to himself as he peered into the earthenware pot.
