She could taste so many flavors in a single bite. If someone took her to hotpot, wouldn't she end up writing an entire gourmet novel? Terrifying person, terrifying vocabulary.
That doubt was shifted onto this dish as well.
"Is it really that magical?"
She gently scooped up a spoonful. It really did feel like a cloud—soft without falling apart, weightless to the touch. The Third Herrscher placed the spoonful into her mouth, and with a light touch of her slender tongue, she felt the cloud drift apart inside her mouth.
Not burst, nor spread, but drift apart.
If lightness had a flavor, this was probably it. All those lavish praises truly lived up to their name. Her tongue was a little duller; she could not distinguish the layers of Bavarian cream, lily, and macadamia, but she had indeed caught that feeling.
The Third Herrscher's mission was to destroy humanity.
But humanity... had food.
She immediately fell into a conflict and struggle she found difficult to escape. As the saying went, to win a woman's heart, one must first win her stomach. The Third Herrscher's stomach had been thoroughly captured by that drifting cloud.
"Describe it with words."
"The texture is very... light..."
That was enough. The Third Herrscher was illiterate anyway, so no one expected her to come up with any sophisticated vocabulary.
Xuanyuan Sword was still young and not quite used to the strange taste of freshly pressed olive oil.
She could only tear off tiny bites.
Zhao Bai naturally did not expect her to offer any words of appraisal, so he turned his gaze toward Theresa. Theresa hurriedly tasted a spoonful as well. With a light curl of her tongue, it melted away, and she frowned as she ate.
"Why isn't your double-skin milk sweet?"
Zhao Bai shook