Now that we're in a book, isn't it reasonable to use some cheats?

Chapter 125: It seems that a medicine practitioner has successfully formed a pill

"Are you happy that he couldn't make it?" Baili Xun frowned.

After all, the two of them knew each other.

Instead of praying for something good, she hoped that he would not make it.

"No, how could I have such an inhuman thought." Su Ning straightened his expression and was about to put his fingers together to swear.

Baili Xun waved his hand: "Okay, I should go back and take a look."

As soon as he leaves.

Su Ning squatted beside Mu Xiaoyu, looking distressed: "Junior brother, have you learned anything from this sect's exchange study?"

"No."

"Doesn't it feel a bit redundant?"

"Yes and no." Mu Xiaoyu stopped what he was doing and stared at her seriously: "At least Senior Sister didn't return empty-handed."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

They were sorting herbs, and Su Ning found an excuse to slip out. Since they fed her medicine, she decided to repay them.

Cook for them yourself.

She came to the sect's kitchen, where a group of people looked at her. A young disciple asked enthusiastically while lighting a fire: "Who are you looking for, Junior Sister?"

The young disciple thought Su Ning was from the sect.

And seeing that she was relatively young, I just called her Junior Sister.

Su Ning opened her clear eyes.

"My junior fellow apprentice is weak and sick every day, so I want to cook for him personally and make the same dishes that my mother likes."

"The taste of mom?" The young disciple lowered his head and thought for a moment.

What does it taste like.

Su Ning explained to him: "It's something my mother made."

"..."

"Then what are you going to do? I'll help you." The young disciple wiped his face and was quite enthusiastic to help.

It's not that he is ignorant.

This is the first time I have seen a girl cooking since I joined the sect.

"Uh... let me think about it." Su Ning scratched her head awkwardly. She had never been to the kitchen before and was a total novice.

It was really difficult for her to know what to do.

She took a quick look and realized she didn't know how to cook any of these ingredients, so she prepared to dig them herself: "Do you have any wild vegetables here?"

Transform into Wang Baochuan and dig wild vegetables.

"Yes." The young disciple put down the firewood in his hand and whispered, "There are a lot of wild vegetables in the back mountain, but no one eats them."

He doesn't eat the proper dishes.

Why do you have to eat wild vegetables that are so dry and tasteless?

"Take me to see it."

"Ok."

Following the young disciple to the back mountain, Su Ning's eyes lit up. It was not just that she saw a lot of wild vegetables, but she didn't recognize any of them.

Instead, you see a mountain full of red mushrooms.

She remembered.

Red umbrella and white pole, lie down together after eating.

They are all immortal cultivators, so they shouldn't be that fragile. Su Ning put the vegetables into the basket one by one: "This one is good, this one is fresh."

"Ah, Junior Sister, can I eat this?" Liu Zisuo was puzzled.

After the rain.

No one eats the red mushrooms all over the mountain, and I heard from my senior brother who practices medicine that these mushrooms are not edible because they contain mild toxins.

I don’t know if it’s true or false.

"You can eat it. Look how fresh the mushroom is." Su Ning picked up a mushroom and said, "Use it to make soup. I guarantee that everyone will not make a sound after eating it."

He ate without making a sound.

They are silent because of the poison, and this only happens to people without any cultivation.

"Okay."

Liu Zisuo also joined the team picking mushrooms, whether it was red mushrooms, green mushrooms, or all kinds of colorful mushrooms.

As he picked up the things, he tried to get closer to her: "When did you join the sect, Junior Sister? How come I have never seen you before?"

"A few days ago." Su Ning responded.

"No wonder I haven't seen you before." Liu Zisu leaned closer and patted his chest: "I will protect you from now on, even though I'm just a fireman."

"At worst, when you're hungry at night, I'll cook for you."

He is a fireman for the time being.

After half a month, he will be the core disciple of the sect.

"You often have special treatment in the middle of the night." After hearing about it, Su Ning looked at him. Their sect did not have such treatment.

This caused her to go out looking for food.

Liu Zisu looked very proud and revealed the secrets of their sect: "With the senior brothers taking the lead, we will naturally benefit from it."

"..." Even my senior brother took the lead. How lax is this sect?

The entire Lingyu Sect is in internal conflict, the Wutan Sect is collectively slacking off, the Qingyun Sect is acting like a nobody, and the only remaining Xuanming Sect is just like that.

The two worked for an hour.

After finally filling the basket with all kinds of mushrooms, Su Ning wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up contentedly.

"Enough to make a pot of mushroom soup."

……

When the two returned to the kitchen, they were discussing the sect's gossip: "It seems that a medicine practitioner has succeeded in forming a pill."

"Medicine repair?"

“There are not many medicine practitioners in the sect who have successfully formed a pill.”

"yes……"

When Su Ning heard this, she roughly guessed that it was Song Shaoqian. In addition to his recent breakthrough in cultivation, he was also a key protected medicine cultivator.

She transformed herself into an old lady at the entrance of the village and went up to join in the fun.

"Are you talking about the sect master's personal disciple?"

"Yes." Someone glanced at her and did not hide it: "The sect leader came just now and asked us to stew something for him to nourish himself."

Two old hens are best.

But they had the old hen as a midnight snack, and they couldn't think of what to stew.

Su Ning volunteered to stew something to replenish her body. "Leave this task to me. I just happen to know that guy."

"So what kind of soup are you making?"

"This." Hearing this, Su Ning held up a basket of mushrooms: "He likes this. I'll make him a pot of mushroom soup."

"Thank you for your help." Since they all knew each other, outsiders like them didn't ask whether the mushrooms were edible.

It shouldn't be so stewed that it's inedible.

Su Ning waved her hand: "It's just a piece of cake."

Next, she and Liu Zisuo, who was in charge of the fire, were the only ones left in the kitchen. She poured the mushrooms into the pot and stirred them casually.

Liu Zisu was stunned by this move. He reminded her, "Junior Sister, don't you need to wash these mushrooms?"

I doubt whether she can cook.

Isn't it basic common sense that vegetables should be washed clean before eating?

"No need." Su Ning held the spatula in her hand and pretended to be a chef: "The surface has already been washed clean by the rain."

In fact, she forgot to wash it.

But it doesn’t matter. As the saying goes, if you eat something unclean, you won’t get sick.

She flipped it with a spatula and when it felt like it was five-tenths cooked, she added the seasoning on the side, which looked like salt in white.

"Ugh……"

Before Liu Zisu could stop her, he saw her pouring white sugar in.

Hearing his voice, Su Ning turned around: "What are you shouting about? You almost made my little hand tremble and pour all the salt in."

Liu Zisuo: “…” He couldn’t tell the difference between salt and sugar.

He doesn't want to meddle in other people's business.

When he saw her mistake black vinegar for soy sauce again, he looked away.

After Su Ning fiddled with it, the rather ugly-looking whole mushroom soup was ready. She served a bowl to Liu Zisuo who was making the fire.

"This bowl is for you to try."

Liu Zisu picked it up in front of her and thanked her, saying, "Drink it later. I'll go wash my hands. They got dirty from burning the fire just now."

"Then I'll take it over." Su Ning left the kitchen carrying the soup.

Watch her leave.

Liu Zisu threw the bowl of soup, along with the spoon, into the trash can, trembling with fear: "If I drink this soup, I will have diarrhea for a few days."

At the same time, I felt sympathy for that senior brother.

"No, we have to put up a sign." To prevent this from happening again, he put up a sign at the kitchen door that read:

"Girls should take a break and not cook."