Peanuts already possess a mellow fragrance, and after Mo Qi's special treatment, they became crisp without falling apart, their aroma rich but not overwhelming.
Though it was just a single peanut, the Immortal was completely captivated, lost in the sensation.
As he chewed it carefully, the unique fragrance of the nut built upon itself, layer by layer, growing ever more intense.
He closed his eyes, sniffing continuously to prevent any of the aroma from escaping his mouth or nose.
When the peanut had been chewed into a pulp, mixing with his saliva to form a paste, it slid down his throat and into his stomach. With nothing left to chew, the Immortal opened his eyes, still craving more.
When he came to his senses, his first instinct wasn't to check on his stomach. Instead, his eyes landed on the plate of peanuts.
It was a flavor beyond words, one he would never forget for the rest of his life!
He couldn't help but lick his lips, desperate for another.
