Although at first she said it's a waste to make soup with crabs, when Chen Yu brought the finished soup to the dining table, Chen Yu's mother still praised her son's cooking skills.
"It's not bad, smells nice, quite decent." Chen Yu's mother scooped a bit of soup with a spoon, tasted it in her bowl, and said, "It should have some pepper to make it even more fragrant."
"The kitchen conditions are limited, and people here don't really eat pepper." Chen Yu casually made an excuse. The magical nature of this pot of soup had long been sealed by him, so it only looked like an ordinary pot of soup. Otherwise, its aroma alone could waft ten miles away.
This was the essence of divinity and flesh of an entire primordial deity. Even deities would find it tempting to take a sip.
