Hundred-flavor Rabbit Soup

Nine-Roasted Squirrel: An ordinary dish. Adult squirrels are best. After being roasted nine times, the medicinal fragrance seeped into the meat. It strengthened the sinews, dispelled fatigue, and boosted virility. Regular consumption could increase strength, prolong a man's roots, and enhance buttock endurance. Women should not eat too much of it, or they would take on masculine features, with females growing male beards.

When Owl recalled the Great Eating Sutra's description of the Nine-Roasted Squirrel, he glanced at Sa somewhat guiltily, afraid that the adorable Sa would suddenly grow a beard.

Fortunately, that did not happen. Sa did not eat much. After finishing one leg, she stopped and watched him eat, propping her cheeks in both hands as she asked, "Brother Owl, what is this dish called?"

"Nine-Roasted Squirrel," Owl answered.

Sa was not some brain-dead girl. Naturally, she would not say something like, "Squirrels are so cute, how can you eat squirrels?" Hearing this, she sighed. "Brother Owl, if Moreya were still here, it would be wonderful. When the time came, Brother Owl could become the head chef at a restaurant and definitely make everyone's jaws drop."

"Yes, if Moreya were still here." Owl stopped eating and spoke with deep nostalgia.

Moreya had clearly been destroyed only recently, yet he felt as though countless centuries had already passed. What had passed was gone forever and would never return.

The people in his memories had all remained in the past as well...

Jack, who pulled him out of bed every morning; Uncle Brad, who could eat an entire cow leg in one sitting; Uncle Little Robert, who could shoot an arrow through a boar's head from three hundred meters away.

Those people were clearly still alive in his memories, yet they could no longer suddenly appear, laugh freely with him,