Golden Horn opened the bottle, sprinkled some onto his hand, then scattered it over the fish. "Ah, that's more like it. Without MSG, it's hard to swallow. You can't expect those barbarian Little Demons to cook anything comparable to the Food God. Add some MSG and make do. Fill up before hitting the road!"
After sprinkling on a little, the next bite really did taste much better. Nice! At least he could finally swallow it.
Golden Horn looked at the table. "Whoa, so many dishes. Isn't that a spring roll? Let's try it!"
He picked one up and put it in his mouth. Golden Horn smacked his lips and muttered to himself, They were stingy with the MSG again! He suddenly remembered his encounter with Xu Lang. That steak seemed to have had only a little added, and his own portion had none at all. Was MSG so rare that these guys could not bear to use it?
Golden Horn began to imagine things. If you didn't have much MSG, you should have said so. I've got some here. Judging by how stingy Xu Lang had been, this stuff seemed quite valuable. It was indeed valuable—the truth serum was worth a fortune.
But Golden Horn did not care. He did not think much of it at all. Once he returned to the Heavenly Court, he could just ask the Food God for some. That was real MSG. Rumor had it that the Food God was researching chicken essence using spirit poultry. That was the good stuff. He did not care about this trash. Sprinkle away!
He added some to the spring rolls, then some more to the pearl meatballs. Golden Horn ate as he walked, scattering truth serum as if it were free. There was one problem, though: none of