Samuel took a bite and was amazed, hurriedly using his chopsticks to rake through the clams in his bowl.
Just like with the oysters earlier, he had never really cared much for this kind of seafood. Oysters were fine for a quick snack, but clams? They were too small to be worth the effort, and besides, due to their natural habitat, it was far too easy to end up with a mouthful of sand. Even as a Sea Tribe Orc, very few would bother with them.
But the clams in this bowl of noodle soup had been cleaned perfectly. They sat with their shells wide open, revealing the tender, white meat inside. He couldn't stop eating them, one after another.
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