After tasting the food, the group is surprised at how flavorful it is. Not only does it surpass their expectations, but the strange glowing roast and shimmering stew seem to do more than simply satisfy their curiosity.
Feng Lan puts down his fork slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. "This... this isn't just food," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment as he focuses inward. "I can feel my cultivation rising. It's faint, but it's there."
Lei Shen's eyes widen, her hand hovering over her plate as she concentrates on her own energy flow. "You're right! I thought it was just my imagination, but the food... it's boosting our cultivation. Not by much, but still." Her tone carries a note of disbelief.
Jian Wuyi, ever the careful observer, sits back in his chair, eyes narrowed. "If we ate this kind of food every day, it would be slow, but the increase in cultivation would add up. It's like eating spirit herbs in small, consistent doses."