They were merely simple piles of ingredients, without even the most basic removal of impurities. From a food cultivator's standpoint, this way of eating was as crude as a blade cultivator taking an unrefined blank and dueling someone with it.
Not only did eating it offer cultivators very little benefit to their cultivation, but because the impurities had not been removed, they would have to use spiritual power afterward to dissolve them.
It could be said to be a textbook case of doing more than was necessary.
But... how should he put it? Chun Wangshui felt he might have gone mad. Sitting at this table and eating these ordinary spiritual vegetables and spiritual meat, he unexpectedly found himself in a pleasant mood. He had not touched food this rough since he could remember, yet now he was actually fighting others for it.
Even Chun Wangshui himself began to wonder whether he had been swapped out, much less Uncle Li, who had accompanied him off the island.
"I told you, no one can resist the charm of hot pot!" Bian Chunchou said, thoughtfully fishing out meatballs for Wen Xu-Xu while enthusiastically promoting it. "If food only existed to heal the body, why wouldn't I just take pills? Besides tasting good, it has to make you happy when you eat it!"
"Eating alone has its own joy, but sharing food together has the joy of everyone being happy too!"
Joy. Chun Wangshui caught the key point—or rather, the pleasure of one's state of mind. This was an experience that spiritual food, unlike medicinal pills, could offer. It ought to be the greatest difference between spiritual food and medicinal pills. "You're right. The current definition of spiritual food really is far too narrow."
Bian Chunchou froze. "Why does it feel so strange when