The smell of sesame oil becomes stronger and stronger.
In the end, not only Yuan Yuxue could smell it, but other players also smelled the strange scent of fragrant oil, as if they were in a temple. The strange smell even made them frown slightly.
However, due to the need to conceal their figures, they did not speak at this time, but communicated carefully with their eyes.
At this time, the soup in the iron pot seemed to have boiled to the extreme, and the white mist that rose up was like the incense burning in the temple. In the hazy mist, the fire that burned to the extreme suddenly stopped, and the flames went out in an instant.
The firewood piled under the iron pot was burned into charcoal, emitting a flickering spark, and then quickly even that spark was extinguished.
The very strange fish meat seemed to have been cooked.
There were many ceramic white bowls stacked next to the aunt, and at this moment, she was holding those big bowls in her hands. She sank the big iron spoon to the bottom and scooped out a lot of fish meat, along with the soup, which she poured into the bowl all at once.
The strange fish, which were transparent except for the inside, were boiled for too long. The fish meat that was originally put in was also boiled apart. Only pieces of white fish meat with a little powder were fished out. The woman poured half a spoonful of fish soup into the bowl.
Hot steam floated out of the bowl, representing extremely hot temperatures.
The boiling temperature of the fish soup should have quickly seeped through the thin wall of the bowl, but the woman still held the boiling hot bowl expressionlessly, as if the heat far exceeded that of the human body and did not make her feel any pain. She even quickly filled the ceramic bowls with fish soup and placed them on the large wooden tray, allowing the woman to distribute them one by one.
The fish soup was filled to the brim, but the woman's hands were so steady that even when she moved slightly, the soup in the bowl did not shake at all, and certainly did not spill.
Those villagers, who looked extremely strange in the darkness, showed extraordinary eagerness at this time.
The expressionless puppet-like numbness on their faces now revealed some vivid emotions. Their bodies were still firmly nailed to the stools, but their necks were already raised high, looking at the woman who was distributing fish soup.
The neck was stretched very long, and in the pitch-black night, it even looked so strange that it seemed like it was about to break.
When the woman placed the bowl of fish soup in front of them, the villagers, who had been moving in unison, suddenly became unusually anxious and buried their faces in the fish soup. In the darkness, only the gurgling sound of their slurping the soup could be heard.
The players saw the villagers pick up the pieces of pink fish meat with their hands, not caring whether they had removed the bones or peeled the skin, and put them into their mouths, and began to feast on them.
Compared to the numb expressions on their faces when they were eating before, their expressions at this time can only be described as lively and enjoyable.
They closed their eyes slightly and swallowed large chunks of fish with great satisfaction. Then they lifted up the boiling hot ceramic bowl with their hands and drank the fish soup in it in one gulp.