The desire of the mouth and stomach was one of a creature's great primal urges.
Appetite might not seem conspicuous, but in truth, it was the fiercest and most irresistible of desires.
The second ring was an enormous banquet hall, likewise packed with people engaged in an endless feast of gluttonous revelry. No matter how much an ordinary person could eat, after three pounds of meat and wine, they would have to let out a full belch eventually. Yet the people here seemed to have activated some super big-eater mode; one after another, none of them could ever eat their fill.
They stuffed themselves wildly, using both hands and forgetting every dining etiquette of civilized people. They looked as though they were starving ghosts reincarnated after eight lifetimes of hunger.
And the delicacies on the plates truly were earthly ambrosia, enough to make one drool. Merely catching their sweet fragrance made saliva well up uncontrollably. Spicy, numbing pepper, honey, lemon, cream, cocoa—countless flavors mingled together, then miraculously separated into distinct layers, surging forward like a grand symphony of deliciousness.
Looking around, dishes from East and West alike were all present. From roasted Western Region camel to japanese sashimi, everything was just right. Every ingredient had been selected with the utmost care and was of peerless quality. The sliced marbled beef was so fresh and tender that it nearly sparkled.
The food displayed throughout the hall had perfect color, aroma, and flavor. One more half-step, and it could have become truly glowing cuisine, clothes-bursting gourmet food. No wonder those diners were mad for it.
Ling Xingjian paid it no heed. The desire for food and drink was like floating clouds to her.
Shi Tiexin drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes in bliss. "Such exquisite delicacies are rare in