595 Flattening the Pill Palace

The aroma that filled the entire kitchen stimulated the Nether King and Nethery's taste buds.

Even Blacky, who had been lying on the floor all this time, stood up with its fats jiggling around. It then proceeded to the dining table with cat-like grace. Its eyes were wide open and radiated rays of anticipation. Of course, Blacky's gaze was fixed on the kitchen.

A dish that emitted such an aura was definitely not going to be ordinary. The spirituality hidden within the fragrance as well as the delectability of the ingredients were perfectly matched. It was just like a meticulously drawn painting.

Nethery took a seat at her designated spot as she held a cup of chilled Sour Plum Juice with both her hands. She narrowed her eyes blissfully as she took continuous sips from the cup. This cup of Sour Plum Juice instantly captured Nethery's heart.