Fragrant?
No, no, no.
That word alone could no longer begin to describe it.
This was art!
Honestly.
Jingliu had initially resisted being fed.
Her psychological resistance had been intense.
First of all, Jingliu simply wasn't the sort of woman who leaned meekly into someone's arms.
She was a sharp sword.
A blade that could cleave through anything!
She was used to doing things herself. Being fed felt very... hard to describe, especially when it was forced on her.
Besides, she had instinctively assumed Jiang Yao had drugged the food.
That he was trying to turn her into a puppet.
Or a ghost bound to do his bidding.
Otherwise, it was hard to explain why Jiang Yao had stuck out his tongue.
But.
The instant that tender, slow-stewed turtle meat entered her mouth.
All her resistance, all her defiance, vanished.
Jingliu couldn't imagine how meat that looked so springy could simply flow into her mouth the instant it touched her lips.
How on earth had he done it?
Rather than taking big bites of meat.
It was more like taking great gulps of meat!
There was no need to chew. She could simply savor its silky smoothness.
The only problem was.
Deep down, instinctively, she wanted to chew.
To linger over the meat's flavor.
What did it mean for a flavor to linger on the tongue? This was exactly what it meant!
The Bell-Ringing Turtle's fresh, tender meat had been placed inside the bell with water melted from her ice.
Then seasoned with the Bell-Ringing Turtle's own fat.
Then balanced and enhanced with Blazing Tree bark and Prickly Rose Mushroom.
The result was meat with all its juices sealed inside.
One mouthful.
And savory richness and fragrance burst through her mouth.
Every taste bud on her tongue danced with joy.