Huan Beiming handed the ancient bowl to Huan Qingyan, "Xiaoyan, this ancient bowl was originally prepared for you, so don't be burdened. Dad found that this ancient bowl should be of great use, not just for identifying food It's simple, but I haven't researched the mystery of it, I'm very ashamed, it will be yours from now on, you should study it carefully and keep it safe."
This father is so nice that he has nothing to say.
Huan Qingyan gently held the ancient bowl, "Thank you daddy. Dad is a cooker, this ancient bowl is useful for daddy to hold, I should be fine for the time being, daddy will protect me if something happens."
Huan Beiming stretched out his hand, and lovingly touched Huan Qingyan's head, "Twenty years ago, there was a war between the human and monster races. It took five or six years for the first war to bring about the current peaceful era. I don't know what will happen in the future. Like? If you can take care of helping your younger brother Xinghan in the future, then you can help him. If you can't take care of it, the Huan family will disappear in smoke, so forget it. Take care of yourself first, Dad will never blame you …”
How come these words seem to be confessing the funeral, which makes Huan Qingyan very uncomfortable.
"Father, Xiaoyan will definitely protect her father, mother and brother, Xiaoyan is also a member of the Huan Family!"
Huan Beiming withdrew his hand and sighed incomparably lovingly, "Well, we Xiaoyan is filial, Father knows of course, it is Father's blessing to protect Xiaoyan from growing up so big."
"By the way, Dad, you are not in good health, so don't overwork yourself. The food cooker is the hardest job. Dad, promise me that you will cook less spiritual food for the royal family and nourish your body more, okay?" Qing Yan sincerely persuaded.
Huan's family has a pot of old soup that has not been broken for thousands of years, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
With Huan Beiming's pot of thousand-year-old soup and his master-level cooker level, Huanfu is enough to make Huanfu a big family in the Chuiyun Empire.
However, what is the use of poor health, no matter how much money you earn, and how high your status is
Once a person dies, everything disappears, and nothing remains for outsiders to covet.
Huan Beiming was very relieved, "Xiaoyan also knows that it hurts, Dad is very happy and will pay attention. The headache you just had was a fake, right?"
Huan Qingyan got Huan Beiming's guarantee, and smiled playfully, "Of course. Didn't Dad remind me to act?"
The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed happily.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to Lao Tang Pavilion, Dad will teach you how to identify various ingredients first." Huan Beiming confessed a few more words, then got up and left.
Huan Qingyan sent Huan Beiming to the door, and did not turn back into the room until he had walked a long way.
Study this ancient bowl carefully.
Cracks are everywhere, tea-brown, round, without any color at all. Based on its appearance, if it is thrown on the side of the road, it is estimated that a beggar will pick it up and beg for food.
Most healers can sense the ingredients with aura value, but it is not clear how much aura value a kind of aura ingredient has, so it can only rely on experience.
And with the ancient bowl to distinguish the aura value of the ingredients, it is clear at a glance.