Huangfu Jingchen thought that dried chicken was indeed edible, but if it was chicken dried with mud, he wasn't sure he could swallow it.
However, he still took the rough branch, raised it, his expression serious, as if facing a formidable enemy, about to strike down heavily.
Xia Wenjin hurriedly stopped him and laughed, "Don't use Inner Strength. Just use a bit of force to knock it open."
Huangfu Jingchen realized he was too tense. He withdrew his Inner Strength, gave a light knock with his wrist, and the mud shell immediately cracked open, releasing a rich aroma.
Huangfu Jingchen was extremely surprised, took a breath, and found it fresh and fragrant, a kind of aroma he had never smelled before, never smelled anything so delightful.
Just as it invaded his nostrils, it made his mouth water and his appetite grow.
He could hardly believe his nose; he had eaten chicken before, but where had he ever encountered such fragrant chicken?
