The Shaman looked at Bosson with a complex expression and finally revealed a hint of a smile on his wrinkled old face, "You eat too."
Bosson was distributing the purple fruit porridge to the orcs while patting his muscular abdomen, "I had already eaten when I got up, and not much time has passed since then, I'm not hungry at all. You guys go ahead and eat."
Bowman and Hei Tu, both of whom had already tasted the food of the Watson Tribe, naturally knew just how delicious these dishes were.
As soon as Bosson finished speaking, the two orcs picked up their face-sized porcelain bowls and slurped up the sweet and glutinous purple fruit porridge, even skillfully soaking their bread in the porridge.
Sipping the porridge and munching on the bread which tasted even better for having been soaked in it, they savored a big mouthful of spicy, salty, and fragrant meat slices.
That taste...
Tsk~ simply couldn't be any better.
