Tours is grateful to Lulunaka for her thoughtfulness, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble. Now it's more important for him to regain some strength than to tell others about his experiences.

Lulunaka pulled out some dry food and handed it to Tours. It was a biscuit made of a mixture of dried meat and grains, and the small pieces formed a square that looked like small pieces of wood. "Come, have a bite to eat, Mr. Tours. ”

With his right hand, Turce counted the dry food that Luluna had handed over. This dry food is made for long-term storage, but the taste does not represent all its value. This little piece of stuff was packed with a lot of energy, and there was also meat, which was very convenient food for an adult man like Tours, especially for a soldier like him. And Tours has long been accustomed to the hard taste of this biscuit. "Thank you, Lulunaka. But if it's a little water, that's even better. ”

"Of course there's water, otherwise it would be too much for you to eat this marching biscuit. If you are choked to death, then my sin will be great. Lulunaka said. She stood up, picked up a thick wooden bowl from the side of the campfire, and uncovered the small iron pot on the fire. The bowl was round, with thick walls and bottom, and a smooth surface, but with some rough edges to keep the bowl from slipping too easily. When you're away from home, practicality is always more important than appearance, especially when it's something you eat.

When the small iron pot was uncovered, a fragrance came out. It wasn't the smell of boiled food, there was no salt, no meat, just a fresh fragrance, and it smelled more like the smell of some plants being boiled and softened.

"We've got dinner time long after now, so we can't prepare you a bowl of hot, thick soup. Lulunaka poured something into the wooden bowl from a small iron pot, a greenish liquid that fell from the spoon hanging high and fell into the wooden bowl, where it passed through the air and formed a small pale green waterfall. "But drinking some of this to accompany your meal is probably no worse than soup, right?"

Lulunaka filled the bowl and held it to Tours. Turce was going to take the wooden bowl with his left hand, but after thinking about it, he switched the biscuits to his left hand and took the bowl with his right hand. After taking the bowl, he was sure that he had done it wisely: it was a somewhat heavy bowl, but it was not something his left hand could handle now. Now his weak left hand could only make some simple swinging movements, and he couldn't grasp anything even heavier. If you had just taken the bowl with your left hand, you would have made a fool of yourself by now.

Turce looked at the contents of the bowl. The liquid in the bowl seems to have solidified in the wooden bowl, turning from a pale green color to a turquoise color. The color did not make Tours frown, and the fragrance right in front of his nose and the turquoise liquid, devoid of turbidity or impurities, did not disgust him.

"What is this?" Though not disgusted by what Lulunaka handed him, Turce asked cautiously.

"Some fruits and leaves. Lulunaka replied, "There are some secret recipes that have been passed down from the ancestors—I can't reveal that." It's not an uningestible poison, though, and it tastes pretty good. ”

Presumably to reassure Tours, Lulunaka went on to explain what she had used to create a turquoise liquid that was similar to a potion. Turce heard it to his ears, it was something he also knew, and it was not a rare thing, and it could be found everywhere near the forest. As for what Lulunaka didn't say, the content of the secret recipe, he was also very interested and didn't ask about it. Since it is an ancestral secret recipe, of course, it can't be easily told to outsiders.

"Please feel free to enjoy it, I'm a girl, and I can't do anything evil, can I?" Lulunaka laughed, her sparkling eyes looking at Tours without any intention of dodging, as if to prove that she was safe and harmless, "and, if you don't feel at ease, Mr. Tours, you won't come near me, right?"

The girl named Lulunaka always had a smile on her face, and her words and deeds were very caring, and if there was anything out of the ordinary, it was probably that this girl was too easy to get close to, and she was very friendly to the stranger of Tours, and she was not nervous at all. Compared to Lulunaka, the four people sitting together over there have the attitude of travelers who meet strangers. For Tours, in such a chaotic time, it is only with caution and vigilance that a traveler can make his journey safer, albeit only somewhat.

Lulunaka's words had some persuasive power that Tours couldn't fathom, causing Tours to bring the wooden bowl to his lips. Perhaps, it wasn't because Lulunaka's words were very persuasive, but because he wasn't worried about whether he had fallen into a trap and fallen into the wrong hands. He had nothing left to lose, just to get out of here, away from the battlefield, to the south, back to the King's Castle. As long as he can return to the King's Castle, everything in him can be abandoned, as long as it does not take his life.

At least Tours believes that Lulunaka, a girl's family, will never have the malicious intention of killing people. Although this is also just his wishful thinking.

Tours took a sip of the turquoise liquid, which was a little hot, but not to the extent that it burned people. The taste is slightly sweet and a little sticky, like drinking a bowl of green beans after boiling soup, but the astringent green beans do not have such a taste and texture, if Tours were to choose between a bowl of green bean soup and this bowl of strange liquid, then Tours would not hesitate to choose this strange liquid made by Lulunaka, even if it was poison.

After the turquoise liquid entered his throat, it was obviously warm, but it made Tours feel a sense of coolness spread throughout his body, which made him feel refreshed, and his strength seemed to have recovered a lot. Turce was only going to taste a little, but after taking this bite, he drank half of the bowl directly. Taking a sip of the wonderful soup, Tours shoved a cookie into his mouth. He ate in a hurry, and the hard square biscuit went straight into his mouth and crushed it. When I felt that my throat was about to be blocked by the biscuit pieces, I quickly took a sip of soup and let the biscuit pieces fall smoothly through the esophagus and into the stomach.

"I think it's better not to eat in such a hurry, if you are in too much of a hurry, you may have indigestion. Lulunaka kindly reminded from the sidelines. Tours sat next to her, separated by a dog that was not a dog. Ward only moved his head at a stranger like Tours, and after a few glances at Tours, he stopped caring about the man, and lowered his head and leaned against Lulunaka's calf to continue to rest. Because of the posture, Tours didn't notice that the dog had a silver steel belly, which saved Lulunaka a lot of trouble with explanations.

Tours listened to Lulunaka's advice, and instead of shoving the biscuits into his mouth, he dipped the green broth before biting down on the soaked part. The biscuits, softened in the soup, were easier to eat, and Tours' tongue felt the taste of the biscuits, rather than just a few pieces of wood stuffed into his stomach. The green liquid on the biscuits still looks quite delicate, but it is not a problem when you eat it. The slightly sweet liquid made the biscuit tasty, and it was not a shoddy product made by black merchants, and although it had lost some of its flavor because it had been stored for too long, Tours still tasted the flavor of the grain, not the wood chips that had been used to fill it. And the tiny pieces of dried meat in the biscuits, which made Tours feel the pleasure of eating meat, even though the dried meat tasted like wood.

Lulunaka watched Tours eat, her hands on her cheeks, and a bright smile, "That's right, only by eating like this can you feel happy, otherwise, neither the one who eats nor the one who is responsible for cooking the food will feel pleasure from such an act." ”