Eric finally had the chance to bring out a small bowl of sauce that he had intentionally saved from the day before, bringing it to Boa and handing her a pair of chopsticks to taste the flavor.
"Hmm? What kind of drink is this? A bit salty but very fragrant."
Under the kid's sparkling eyes, Boa dipped her chopsticks into a little sauce and put it in her mouth; the rich aroma made her praise it continuously.
The Ox-Head tribe's culinary imagination was truly too poor.
Facing a thick sauce and only being able to think of diluting it to drink, Eric didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"This is paste, made from soybeans and wheat flour. The grilled meat we ate last night was marinated with this. Besides that, it can also be used to braise vegetables, cook soup; it has many uses."
Boa exclaimed in surprise:
"The grilled meat last night was marinated with this? Brother Tu brought me a few grilled skewers; they were much tastier than the kind we grill ourselves."
