The aroma of cooking attracted the little gray cat, which circled the campfire twice, slightly parted its mouth, sniffed the peculiar scent carefully, and turned away towards the tent with a look of disdain.
"Even cooked, you can smell it's your own kind?"
Holding a bowl, gazing at the grayish-white cat meat, Chen Zhou couldn't help but realize the importance of "color" among color, aroma, and taste.
Even though the smell wasn't unpleasant, just looking at the pale, boiled chicken breast-like color was enough to halve one's appetite.
He tried a bite.
The taste was bland, and the texture was peculiar.
Perhaps because it was stewed for a long time, the fibers of the cat meat appeared extraordinarily delicate. Although there was neither a sour nor stinky smell, it wasn't fragrant either, carrying a slight fishiness.
