As Yang Jing listened to the intricate preparation method, he was secretly astounded.
Back in Yuhe County, he had never been so particular about food. After joining the sect, his focus was solely on cultivation; he ate for sustenance and to advance his training. He never imagined a single dish could be so elaborate, its preparation so painstakingly complex. It was truly unheard of.
Still amazed, he picked up his bamboo chopsticks, gently lifted a piece of the savory eggplant, and placed it in his mouth.
As he bit down, a rich, mellow broth enveloped the natural flavor of the ingredients. The umami was so intense it made the tip of his tongue tingle.
Yang Jing's eyes instantly lit up. This was, without a doubt, the most delicious dish he had eaten since he'd transmigrated, far surpassing any exotic beast delicacy he'd ever had.
