Unfortunately, with the tunneling through space-time, he had to start from scratch. In the poor and sufferable Lian tribal clan, Yi Yun could not display his culinary skills.
Yi Yun could only hope that he would lead a good life in the future. He would set up a table of delicacies to reward himself. As for avoiding grain, sucking the wind, drinking the dew can all go to hell. Such a way of living was terrifying. If he could not satisfy his tastebuds, wouldn’t that be a great loss in the pleasures of life?
Having arrived in this strange world for a month, the only meat Yi Yun had seen was that piece of bacon. Although it tasted bad, it was still meat. With the bacon finished, there was only coarse grain porridge. Yi Yun’s tastebuds were crying in dissatisfaction.
Of course, under his conditions, Yi Yun could only endure the gut-wrenching hunger, and replenish his energy using the desolate bones essence.
Thankfully, the desolate bones essence tasted great.