Meanwhile, Hua Feixue was completely lost in her own world.
The crispy slices broke apart the moment they touched her teeth, releasing a layered flavor that flooded her mouth.
A satisfying crunch. A rich, oily warmth. A clean, salty finish.
But the salt - it wasn't ordinary.
It didn't sting or scratch like beast-preserving salts used for hide curing.
This was soft, deep, and layered.
There was a faint oceanic breath to it, as if the breeze from a distant coastal cliff had been sealed within.
Then came something stranger.
A tingle spread across her tongue - not painful, not spicy.
It felt as though her taste buds were being gently tapped awake, coaxed into clarity.
A flickering sensation danced across her senses, the way a formation master might test the limits of a boundary.
Hua Feixue blinked.
Just as the taste should've faded, it changed again.
A chill.
Soft and clean, like inhaling snow-fed air from a mountain peak.
