Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 888 Soup

The soup's light color is very appealing to human aesthetics.

The group even thought the soup looked more "normal" than the potato and bread porridge that Chen Yi had finally made.

Although this idea is most likely wrong.

"Eat."

The old field mouse spoke with an unquestionable tone, its dark eyes looking at Yu Shijiu again with an indescribable depth of meaning.

"Let's get some rest after we finish eating tonight. I don't want any more noise like last night."

It deliberately emphasized the word "noisy," implying something.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly tense.

Everyone present understood what the old field mouse meant.

The old field mouse clearly already knew that someone had taken advantage of the darkness last night to explore burrows and other places and had clashed with some "strange creatures".

Even He Lingling looked at the old field mouse in surprise, her mind in turmoil.

How did the old field mouse know that one of them had gone out last night?

No… this shouldn’t be the case. She was certain she hadn’t heard the old field mouse’s door open, unless… unless something happened that she didn’t know about, or rather, the old field mouse could actually sense everything happening in the burrow—even when it was asleep.

Upon considering this possibility, He Lingling's heart pounded like a drum.

How can it be?

If the old field mouse really does have this ability, wouldn't that be too dangerous for the players?

An old field mouse that knows everything that happens in its burrow... isn't that a bit too much of a capability?

After considering all the possibilities, He Lingling's gaze turned to the old field mouse again, inevitably tinged with fear and wariness.

Even the seemingly harmless "clear soup" in front of everyone at the table, could it be hiding some deadly "poison"?

For a moment, no one dared to touch the soup bowl in front of them.

The old field mouse waited a few seconds, and when it didn't see anyone drinking the soup, it frowned and said unhappily:

"Why isn't anyone drinking the soup? Do you have a problem with the food I provided?"

Upon hearing this, the group could only slowly pick up their spoons, but they couldn't bring themselves to put a single bite in their mouths for a long time.

The old field mouse grew increasingly unhappy; its paw, which was dangling on the table, twitched, and it was about to lash out—

Why would you have an objection?

Yu Shijiu looked at the clear mushroom soup in the bowl, then at the small black eyes behind the old field mouse's glasses, and a well-behaved and harmless smile appeared on her face.

“This soup looks delicious,” he said, picking up a wooden spoon and scooping up a spoonful of soup, his tone light and cheerful. “I’m thirsty too.”

"Shi Jiu..."

Xu Han instinctively tried to stop Yu Shijiu's risky actions, but He Lingling stopped him.

He Lingling shook her head at Xu Han without saying a word, meaning to keep quiet.

Not drinking the soup might not trigger the old field mouse's attack, but if Xu Han disobeys in front of the old field mouse, that might be a different story...

He Lingling's heart was pounding. Just now, when she thought of Xu Han's talent skill of taking away the detoxification effect, she was also prepared to drink the soup first to appease the old field mouse - but Yu Shijiu did it before her.

Xu Han is all alone... If there's really something wrong with Tang, he can only save one person.

Having figured out the pros and cons, He Lingling could only hope that the old field mouse would "let them go" after Yu Shijiu drank the soup.

Anjie and Chen Yi also looked at Yu Shijiu, their hearts pounding.

Under everyone's tense gaze, Yu Shijiu put a spoonful of the clear soup with yellow flower petals floating in it into his mouth.

He even squinted his eyes to savor it carefully before swallowing it.

The main room was deathly silent; even breathing could be heard clearly.

The old field mouse stared at him intently from behind its glasses, the strange curve of its lips seeming to deepen slightly.

One second, two seconds...

Yu Shijiu smacked his lips, his face displaying an expression of pure enjoyment after tasting food, and looked at the old field mouse with a touch of naivety:

"Grandma Field Mouse, this soup... tastes so bland, did you forget to add salt?"

Old field mouse: "..."

An Jie, Chen Yi, and others: "???"

That's it?

It just tastes bland? No other unusual reactions?

The old field mouse's facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly, as if it was somewhat surprised, or even... dissatisfied, by Yu Shijiu's indifferent reaction?

A barely perceptible hint of irritation flashed across the depths of its dark eyes.

"The salt here is too precious to put in too much."

The old field mouse responded hoarsely, its tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of coldness.

"Only children who don't know how to appreciate the original flavor of food will pursue those stimulating tastes."

"Oh……"

Yu Shijiu nodded as if he understood, but did not take a second sip. Instead, he put down the spoon, placed his hands obediently on his knees, and looked like he was saying, "I'm being obedient, but I think the taste is too bland and I don't want to drink it anymore."

"..." The old field mouse didn't seem to want him to continue drinking. His cold gaze shifted from him to the others who still hadn't touched their spoons, and that invisible sense of being watched spread again.

"what about you?"

The old field mouse's voice lowered, tinged with obvious displeasure, "None of you are drinking? Do you all think my cooking is bad?"

He Lingling's heart pounded; she knew she couldn't hesitate any longer.

Since Yu Shijiu was fine after drinking it, it means that the food for dinner was safe.

She took a deep breath, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, closed her eyes, and quickly drank it down.

The soup had only a faint, sweet, earthy taste, similar to plant roots, and did not have the strange taste or immediate toxicity she had imagined.

It seems to be safe indeed.