Being stared at by several huge eyeballs was terrifying enough.
Let alone huge eyeballs floating in blood-red broth.
At that moment, Zheng Qing felt his physical discomfort spreading into psychological discomfort. He did not need a mirror to know that his expression had definitely become exceptionally hideous.
"You've already paid for it."
Xiao Xiao noticed the male wizard beside him wanting to flee and reminded him, "Don't look at me like that. Mr. Shangguan Congwen once mentioned that gourmets have three realms—the lowest ones obsess over color, aroma, and flavor; the middling ones return to simplicity and seek only satisfaction for their taste buds; the highest go a step further. Beyond satisfying color, aroma, and flavor, they also seek an impact upon the mind and soul. Do you remember the first time you ate chili peppers, when the capsaicin exploded in your mouth? What you're feeling now is the aftershock of Sheep Eyeball Juice exploding within your soul."
"Eating shit can give your soul a similar sense of explosive impact." Dr. Xiao, who had been holding his little bowl and observing the sheep eyeballs bobbing up and down, suddenly interjected.
The moment those words came out, Zheng Qing felt enlightened.
That was right. He had just realized that Fatty Xin's remarks about the "three realms of gourmets" had rather the air of describing eating shit in an elegant and refined way.
But before he could put down the little bowl in hand, Dr. Xiao, who had just proposed the "eating shit theory," commented on his serving of Sheep Eyeball Juice in a muffled voice: "The tomato juice seems to contain extracts of Cannabis Grass and edelweiss. The taste is unexpectedly refreshing... Although the eyeballs have been pickled, they do not have much flavor themselves. But when you bite down, they