Chu Ci paused in her movements, lowered her eyes, and finally raised her hand, as if being bullied, puffed up her cheeks slightly, twisted half of the broken tripod, and threw it out angrily.
After throwing it out, she seemed to feel more comfortable, and Chu Ci began to execute the third tripod.
It wasn't until the last tripod that Chu Ci's heat was almost under control.
It's just that when the last medicinal materials are thrown in, a little bit of fusion.
The little tripod could not stop shaking from side to side.
It seemed as if he couldn't bear it.
Then there was a loud bang.
After the smoke and dust passed, Chu Ci looked at the mess and began to wonder if he really had the talent for alchemy.
After all, it seems... not very reliable.
Then followed by another loud bang.
Chu Ci blinked her eyes, and subconsciously glanced at the debris in front of her.
No, she has finished frying this furnace, where did the noise come from...
Chu Ci's eyes slowly turned to a place, and there were already small handfuls of gray smoke rising there.
Chu Ci: ...
No, you just cook a lot, and you have recipes and seasonings. How did you achieve the same effect as her alchemy?
Chu Ci got up and took two steps forward, intending to go out to see what Bai Xingjian had done to her kitchen.
Then she saw a little golden light under her pile of dust.
Chu Ci paused, and used his spiritual power to slap the dust in the dust, and the last golden pill with red patterns floated in the air, exuding a faint fragrance.
It seems to be... successful
Chu Ci blinked her eyes, and searched carefully again. As a result, she searched up, down, left, and right, and only came to a conclusion: she did only refine one pill.
Then…
Chu Ci looked at the discarded small tripods piled up into a hill beside him.
He coughed lightly and cast a curse to restore this side to its original state.
It seems that she has no other major problems in refining medicine, except that she is a little bit laborious.
Hmm, harmless.
Chu Ci thought so, squeezed the elixir, and ran down, intending to see what the old ancestor did.
Then as soon as the kitchen door was opened, a rather choking smell rushed up. Chu Ci took a step back, coughed twice, and raised his hand to dissipate the smoke in the kitchen.
I saw the old ancestor standing in his kitchen, who was dressed in white. At the moment, the white clothes looked a little gray, and his face didn't change much.
And the stove in front of the ancestor looked a bit miserable.
It was much worse than those little cauldrons when she was refining medicine just now.
Chu Ci: ...
Bai Xingjian didn't seem to have expected such a problem to arise suddenly. He had a little dust on his chin, and turned his head to look at Chu Ci like this, looking a little dazed and serious.
The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched, she raised her hand and pressed her temple, and began to ask the uncle who blew up her kitchen, "What did you do?"
Everything is ready for you, you just follow the recipe to cook a dish, at most the first time you can't master it well, the heat gets mushy or the seasoning is not right.
But you can't get motivated, so you have to fry the kitchen, right?
"I didn't do anything." Bai Xingjian also looked very confused.
After all, the stir-fried vegetables written in the recipe are simple.
He didn't do anything extra.