Luo Han paused, stunned, then walked up to Sister Shaku and asked in surprise, "What is it, Sister Shaku?"
Sister Shaku handed Luo Han a small blade of grass she was holding and said, "Take a look. Can you tell what's unusual about it?"
Luo Han took the grass. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but upon closer inspection... there was a difference. At the tip of one leaf was a tiny, round fruit. It would have been hard to notice without looking carefully.
"There's nothing special about it!"
"Smell it, then you'll know."
Half-convinced, Luo Han leaned closer and sniffed the tip of the grass. A faint, refreshing fragrance slipped into his nostrils, somewhat like mint.
Rubbing his nose, Luo Han wore a thoughtful expression. He seemed to have tasted this scent somewhere before!
Hmm! Luo Han's expression changed as he looked at Sister Shaku in astonishment. "Isn't this the faint fragrance from the mutton we ate today?"
"That's right. This is the fragrance," Sister Shaku said with a smile.
"Uh... and? What does that have to do with anything?" Luo Han asked weakly, not understanding what Sister Shaku meant. The mutton had carried the fragrance of grass, but sheep ate grass to begin with. Wasn't it normal for their meat to smell faintly of grass?
Sister Shaku was speechless. Sometimes, she thought Luo Han was quite clever; other times, he seemed utterly foolish. Helplessly, she said, "Did you forget? When we first arrived, those sheep suddenly became frenzied upon seeing us and wanted to attack us. Sheep mostly eat grass."
Luo Han froze, uncertainty crossing his face. "Sister Shaku, are you saying the flock suddenly went frenzied because they ate too much grass?"
"That's right. I looked around yesterday and found that most of this island is covered