The eating appearance is also unexpectedly delicate, and it is not like the python she knows to eat, opening its mouth wide.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Jian Yan, who was ready to feed, filled a bowl of soup for herself and drank it slowly.

By the way, the taste preferences of this group of non-humans.

As a big black bear with a handsome white scarf on his chest, Uncle Fat Bear loves all kinds of sweets.

Whether it is made with flowers and the blood of flowers and animals sweetened, the beautiful snowflake cakes, or the honey roast chicken, they are his favorites.

Uncle Fu Doudou is a panda, bamboo shoots and meat are his favorites, and he can't stop taking one bite after another.

Uncle Philippa, the lion, is a pure carnivore, and he eats only meat, and does not touch any vegetables.

The remaining elders are not picky eaters and eat everything.

But each has its own preferences.

Like Daddy Rabbit, his and Xiao Mufeng's tastes overlap.

One person and one rabbit pick the heavy taste to eat, and when they eat the fried liver tip and hot and sour fat sausage, they are full of praise.

"This fat sausage is delicious enough, fat but not greasy, spicy but not dry, and has a good smell of flowers..."

Xiao Mufeng's soul of comments burned again, as before, no one wanted to listen to his comments, and the big guys were all working hard.

Seeing this, he was bored and worried about continuing to comment, and the meal was swept away again, so he wisely chose to close the microphone.

Seeing Jian Yan, they enjoyed drinking a bowl of soup in their hands, and said in their hearts that the clear soup that tasted not spicy or spicy didn't know how to drink it.

But the crowd and non-humans drank it too much.

He didn't resist the temptation, as if everyone was drunk and I was awake, and he also filled a small bowl of flower and beast bone soup.

Then, casually, he took a spoon and drank it.

As soon as the soup was in his mouth, his carelessness could no longer be maintained.

Bone broth and chicken, duck, beef and mutton, and the broth stewed with various Zerg as raw materials, since the arrival of Jane, there is really no shortage of cooking in the canteen.

It is served almost every day, and it is a very common soup.

He really didn't have much interest in soup, but he had tasted them all.

However, there was no kind of soup, like the bone broth of flowers and beasts, that made him feel like he had been struck by lightning as soon as he entered his mouth.

The delicious consommé is soft in the mouth, and the rich floral fragrance melts into the soup, and it only takes a small sip to make you feel like you are in a sea of flowers.

The sun, the flowers, and the graceful beauties make for a beautiful scenery in the fragrance of the flowers.

As the floral aroma fades in the mouth, the sweetness of corn and the lusciousness of carrots flash layer upon layer.

A tongue that is accustomed to heavy oil and spicy and becomes less sensitive to taste.

Stimulated by the slightly hot temperature of the soup, it seems to be gently wrapped in the soup.

It is like the sudden burst of vitality when the spring flowers bloom after the snow melts in winter.

The tense muscles of both cheeks were softened and softened by the soup.

Corn is already a food that can be eaten raw, but it tastes better when cooked.

After being stewed with flower animal bones, it is exceptionally sweet.

Sandwiched between a small piece, the golden and plump corn kernels exude an attractive aroma, as if tempting people to take a bite.

He also really bitten, and bit hard.

In one bite, the film that envelops the corn kernels is pierced by the sturdy teeth, and the sweet juice splashes and overflows the mouth, enveloping the rejuvenated taste buds.

Another piece of carrot that has been stewed softly, so to speak, melts in the mouth and absorbs the floral aroma.

It tasted incredible.

However, whether it is corn or carrots, compared to the ribs of the flower beast, they are nothing.