Hua nodded as if she half understood; their knowledge of humans mostly came from data files.
The files showed that, in ancient times, salt was strictly controlled by the authorities, and the tax revenue from salt accounted for an unimaginable proportion of the nation's wealth.
Even the files nowadays, when Ding Ning was learning to cook, the recipes only said to add a small amount of salt.
"It seems that's true. All the sources I've seen say to add 'a little' salt."
"Yeah, so it seems that even now, salt is still a precious thing for humans."
"Yes, yes, look at those humans who go into the Dungeons—they bring a lot of food, but very little salt." Ding Ning let out a sigh as she spoke telepathically; people brought all sorts of food into the Dungeons, and they could casually scavenge leftover human food from all over.
But finding a single bag of salt was next to impossible.
Now, they couldn't go outside, the passageway wasn't open, so it was impossible to gather more salt.
