Danxuan skillfully lifted the lid of the pot and gently stirred the pot's wild vegetable soup with a spoon. A fragrance along the cracks in the pot had already spread. He had not felt the hungry butterfly very much. At this time, there was an appetizing fragrance floating between his nose wings, which produced a sense of hunger and rolling.

Before the iron pot, Danxuan took out salt and some unnamed spices and added them to the soup proportionally. The aroma of the wild vegetable soup became stronger and stronger.

Under such a strong fragrance, even sleeping Phoenix glaze smelled fragrance and woke up.

"Great success, dinner!" Danxuan's solemn and...