"Miaomiao, are we simmering some kind of delicacy again this time?"
Susan followed behind Ling Miao, looking at the large bag of "scraps" that both of them were carrying, her face wrinkling in doubt. It wasn't that she looked down on scraps, but they had hardly any meat on them, nor were they as nutritious as marrow bones. What kind of flavor could you possibly get out of the meager bits of meat clinging to these odd scraps? The flavor would probably vanish before you even had a chance to suck on them.
It wasn't just Susan who was doubtful; the others accompanying them were equally skeptical. What kind of flavor could you possibly boil out of these bones that didn't even have enough meat to stick between your teeth?
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