"Master, please forgive me, this time it's made with real beef; as for other ingredients, we couldn't find the exact matches." The cook, the hungry ghost, looked ashamed.
Yu Ziqing chewed on the beef jerky, the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became, but the words sounded odd.
"It's okay, as long as it's tasty. It doesn't matter if it's different from before, take your time, no rush."
Yu Ziqing actually didn't have high expectations anymore.
Back then, among the hungry ghosts near him, some had regained a bit of spiritual wisdom and some memories from their past lives.
They recalled some things.
The beef jerky delivered to him by the hungry ghosts back then might have been made from a kind of bird meat from the northern Wilderness.
The bad news was that since the Wilderness changed, this kind of bird had become extinct, and they hadn't found any remaining ones yet.
They didn't know if it was completely annihilated or if it had migrated elsewhere.
