White Ring of Douluo

Chapter 230 The Pole on the Tip of the Tongue

The meat porridge tastes better than Le Bai thought, a lot!

Amazing aroma of wheat! And the taste is lingering, like the ice and snow that never melts in the polar region! It has been stewed to a very soft level, but still has a considerable degree of chewiness. The moment it is completely chewed, you can feel a It has a very light and refreshing sweetness...Is this ice wheat? It's great!

Le Bai quickly scooped up the next bite.

After savoring it three times, Le Bai scooped up a piece of snow-white large diced meat that would be mixed with wheat porridge if you didn't look carefully: Snow beast, are you talking about a kind or a kind?

Put it in your mouth, chew—

Soft but not rotten. It is very soft when you bite it down, but it is unexpectedly elastic. Every bite to the end, there is a light but obvious milky fragrance that spreads in your mouth! Unlike the appearance of pure lean meat, the gravy inside Very rich, you can feel the gravy squeezed out with every bite, but it is not greasy at all!

Le Bai looked calm on the outside, but shouted loudly in his heart: This meat porridge is really delicious!

Oscar on the side obviously felt the same way, one spoon after another, unable to stop at all.

After eating half of the sea bowl in a blink of an eye, Le Bai turned his attention to the pickles in the other two small bowls.

The climate in the polar regions and the frozen land basically make it impossible to grow crops, and the surrounding area doesn’t look like a place where you can get the goods, so Le Bai is sure that the ice wheat the boss is talking about and the pickles in front of him are probably some kind of plant-based soul. Beast—the boss is a soul master, and a soul emperor with a soul power of sixty-seven levels.

It's nothing to be surprised about. To be able to run a tavern in a place with strong folk customs, it's strange that the owner has no ability.

The types of pickled vegetables in the two bowls are obviously different. One bowl is small balls similar to peas, and the other bowl is irregular hob pieces that cannot be seen from the original appearance.

Scoop up a grain with a spoon, eat it, and bite down with the back molars.

A strong but not irritating heat rushed from Le Bai's mouth to his nasal cavity, making him unable to resist exhaling from his nose: Hmm!

I'm careless! It looks like beans, but the juice inside is like mustard!

But it's not all about flavor and juice.

After recovering quickly, Le Bai discovered that the skin of this bean-like pickle actually had an astonishing sensuality! And after the pickled skin, you can taste a bit of salty taste similar to soy sauce.

The texture that gradually melts when you bite into it, with wasabi-flavored juice and soy sauce flavor, feels like eating sashimi!

boss!

Le Bai raised his head and asked the boss behind the counter: This pickle that looks like beans, are the ingredients used nearby?

The boss nodded: The people here are called 'Hot Juice'.

Hot Juice... really lives up to its name.

Le Bai silently complained about the names of these people, and decided to change them to better ones in the future: What about the other bowl of pickled vegetables?

That's the branch of the hot juice fruit, which has no separate name.

The boss said: However, the taste and texture are very different from hot juice.

Le Bai scooped up a piece and put it in his mouth, biting——sour! crisp! Cool!

Like the sour taste of sauerkraut, it is strong but not strong, quite refreshing!

The crisp taste made Le Bai almost think he was eating iced vegetables!

unconsciously,

After finishing the porridge, eating only pickled vegetables is not bad, but it is a bit heavy, unless it is paired with wine.

Finally, let's try this snow-burning wine.

Le Bai turned his attention to the glass of wine: The boss said earlier that the blood of snow beasts was added to it, why is it called Snow Burning Wine instead of Blood Burning Wine?

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The wine glass is made of wood, the light in the room is not good, and the wine looks pitch black.

Le Bai thought for a while, and then grabbed a large drop from the cup with his soul power.

The liquor caught by Le Bai was quite clear as a whole, and hexagonal snowflake crystals the size of rice grains were evenly distributed in the liquor: I see, no wonder it's 'snow' and not 'blood'.

But where do these snow crystals come from?

Le Bai didn't feel that there were crystals on the side of the wine glass, probably it was in the wine from the beginning, rather than added later.

Before asking the boss, Le Bai decided to take a sip to try.

poison?

nonexistent.

Le Bai's current perception level is close to level 100, within the range of perception, almost all information cannot escape his perception. But in order to avoid burdening the brain with too much useless information, Le Bai only perceives the necessary information.

Put back the captured wine, pick up the glass, and take a sip.

The entrance is soft, Lebai does not smell the obvious smell of wine, only a faint fragrance, it feels like drinking scented tea.

I can clearly feel the existence of those hexagonal snowflake crystals in the wine in my mouth.

When swallowing, the hexagonal snowflake crystals in the wine will instantly melt when they come into contact with the high temperature of the body temperature, releasing a coolness, and accompanying the wine all the way to the stomach.

Strangely, this coolness did not make the body colder, but gradually heated up—as if a ball of ice and snow was burning inside the body!

Ha, it's really a veritable Snowburning Wine!

Le Bai praised. After gulping down two small bowls of pickled vegetables, he put down his wine glass and asked, Boss, the ice wheat, snow beasts, and hot juice fruits you mentioned before should all be soul beasts, right?

Yes.

The boss didn't care at all: But these can only be eaten here. Regardless of the material or the produced things, they must be stored at extremely low temperatures, otherwise they will soon become inedible. If you want to bring other It’s sold somewhere else, let’s get rid of this idea as soon as possible.”

Thank you boss for reminding me!

Le Bai smiled unabated.

He had gained so much when he first arrived here, which really made him a little happy: But in the future, maybe there will be a way to let more people taste your craft, boss!

The boss raised his head to look at Le Bai, then lowered his head: Maybe.

At this time, Oscar also finished eating and drinking: Excellent!

Le Bai patted Oscar on the shoulder: Let's go.

When approaching the gate, the boss suddenly forced his voice into a line to remind: There is no hotel in this town.

Le Bai didn't pause, but also forced his voice into a line: I know. Thank you, boss.

Open the door, walk out, close the door.

The boss lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, Go if you know...

Those things were delicious just now! The wine is also delicious!

After eating and drinking enough, Oscar is in good spirits: It feels almost comparable to what you do!

Even if you praise me so much, I can't taste like the boss for the time being.

Le Bai recalled carefully, and said: I guess you didn't notice that the boss is a soul emperor, and he is a soul emperor with a fire attribute martial soul.

Soul Emperor?!

Oscar was surprised: Then why... he runs a tavern?

why not?

Le Bai asked back: Look at those people in the tavern, don't they drink very happily? And we, don't we also eat to our hearts content?

But, that's the Soul Emperor!

Oscar frowned: In this kind of place, he runs a small tavern. Why did he cultivate to the Soul Emperor realm?

Maybe it's just for easier access to ingredients.

Le Bai said: After all, those ingredients come from soul beasts, and the weather here is terrible, so it's okay if you don't have any strength.

But, as a soul emperor, he didn't get the respect he deserved!

Oscar, do you think a soul master is worthy of respect, is it his own character, or his strong soul power?

Of course it's character!

Then the respect he deserves, he has earned.