Eve hurriedly grabbed Ron's sleeve, her purple eyes full of vigilance:
"Back then, Mother drank the 'Wisdom Soup' here, and ended up only being able to speak in reverse for three days!"
Her voice carried a helplessness of recollection:
"Those three days were simply disastrous..."
The Skull Chef heard this and unhappily put down his spatula:
"Little Eve, you make me sad talking about my craftsmanship like this! That Wisdom Soup is the masterpiece of my life!"
His tone carried a twisted pride:
"It allows people to experience the realm of true wisdom! To deeply understand the essence of language and thought!"
"What realm of wisdom?" Ron couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's the realm where you realize how foolish you are!"
The Skull Chef excitedly waved his bony claws:
"Your mother was deeply experiencing this at the time, so she spoke in reverse to express her true inner thoughts! What profound life insights that is!"
