After applying the grease, Yang Yi felt much better.
He leaned closer and sniffed it. It had a fragrance, but it wasn't pungent.
Then he put on his shoes and sent Su Na a private message.
"Oh, I'm going to cook some bread mush. Want some?"
"No!" Su Na refused instantly.
"You have a cold. Some hot food would be good for you."
"But your cooking tastes awful!"
"Does it?" Yang Yi scratched his head.
He thought it tasted pretty good. After all, most of the pot had ended up in his stomach.
To test it, he skipped the Appetite Potion this time, cooked just a little mush, and took a bite.
"Ptooey!
How does it taste this bad?"
Yang Yi's expression soured.
He finally understood why Su Na had looked so pained back then.
It hadn't been because she felt unwell, but because the mush tasted so awful!
"Looks like adding Sichuan pepper oil to bread mush was a mistake!"
Having learned his lesson the hard way, Yang Yi reflected on his actions, but still ate the mush in the end.
Can't waste it!
He checked the time. There were still two hours until dark, just enough to cast a few times and try out his new Pale Worm fishing rod!
Once a day, this rod guaranteed a bite, even in the Extreme Winter Sea.
He found a less windy spot in the ship's Atrium, sat down, and began fishing.
He cast the line, and the Pale Worm at its end traced an arc through the air before landing in the icy seawater.
What would I catch?
Yang Yi was full of anticipation!
About half an hour later, the rod reacted, and the reel suddenly spun faster.
Yang Yi gave it a casual lift, hauling a fish onto the