I'm Really Not Very Good At Being A Teacher At All

The thinly sliced beef was coated with a layer of red oil. As Mag got closer, the red oil's spicy aroma slowly greeted his nose.

Observing its color, it was bright red and glistening; smelling its aroma, it was spicy aromatic but not pungent. The looks and aroma had already fulfilled the basic requirements for "husband and wife lung slice".

Then, he put it into his mouth.

The beef was tender, and melted in the mouth with a gentle bite. The spicy aroma blossomed in his mouth, and intermingled with the beef. It could be described as scrumptious.

However, Mag began to frown a little. After some thought, he popped another piece of tripe into his mouth.

The tripe was still crisp, but he found that certain parts weren't easy to chew and swallow.

Mag pondered as he roughly knew where the problem was.

Harris was staring at Mag nervously, eagerly expecting his review.