Author: Song Miaoran

Yan He listened to the boy's words and figured out the reason.

Looking at the boy in front of me again, my mother's love was flooded in my heart. My previous displeasure was wiped out. Suddenly, I looked at the boy beside me and patted my chest confidently, "Don't worry, I can cook if I wrap it on me. Although these ingredients are not many, they are enough for us to eat for several days. I will also find a way to find the ingredients in the future."

After hearing this, the two of them saw that Yan He seemed to have changed, and they were half-believing and half-doubted, so they agreed to let her give it a try.

Yan He ignored the hesitant and unrefusing eyes of the two people beside him, and took out pork liver, vegetables, and white rice from the mustard bag in the kitchen.

I don’t know how long I’ve been hungry for this body, so it should not be greasy. The elder brother also needs to eat something nourishing but light and easy to eat.

Yan He washed the white rice and put it into the pot. He hesitatedly glanced at the two boys next to him. He was about to ask if there was any fire break. The younger one immediately turned his palms and a small cluster of flames appeared in his palm. He used a pine needle to lure the fire and threw it into the stove. He then hanged his palms and placed it beside the water tank. The slender fingertips gradually flowed into the water tank, making up for Yan He's lack of scooping water and cooking porridge.

Yan He's eyes lit up. This is the double spiritual roots mentioned in the novel "Cultivation of Immortality"? One fire and the other water are too practical. This is not as convenient and useful as a lighter and a barrel of water. If you are camping in the wild, take him and barbecue skewers while the wind is in the cold, it will be awesome.

Yan He had been hungry for several days, and his small face became thinner. While rising the fire, his round and large eyes were shiny while staring at Su Changqing's hands.

Su Changqing pinched the corner of her clothes a little uncomfortable and hid her hand behind her.

Immortal cultivators have always been proud of their pure spiritual roots. They have two spiritual roots and are of inferior qualifications. Even if they are considered one of the most selected practitioners in the human world, they have the opportunity to see through the fate of heaven. However, when they enter the cultivation world, there are many people with such qualifications, and there are no relatives to rely on. Even if they work a hundred times or ten times more than others, they can only be an ordinary outer disciple. No elder of the sect is willing to accept it. It was Yan He's parents who took him into the inner sect to teach him intently.

But Yan He has a heavenly fire spirit root and is arrogant and has always looked down on disciples like him.

Today, I looked at his hand, but envious and recognized it, as if I had seen something...

Su Changqing couldn't help but burn her ears. A pair of dog eyes looked at Yan He with moist eyes, but saw Yan He skillfully sliced ​​pork liver, stir-frying with grease in a hot pan, chopped the green vegetable leaves and put them into the pot respectively. The whole movement was smooth and skillful and capable.

Yan He stirred the porridge twice with satisfaction, covered the pot, found another bowl, filled it with water and soaked the roots of the green vegetables.

"What are you doing?" Su Changqing asked curiously.

"If you can't finish eating vegetables, leave a few inches behind, soak them in water, and then bury them in the soil when they grow roots. The same principle as leeks, cut as much as you eat, and as long as you bury them in the soil, they can still grow." Yan He fiddled with the roots of the green vegetable, and lost large pieces of vegetable leaves, leaving only the stems, floating in the water, swaying like a small green flower. "I said, I will also find a way to find the remaining ingredients. Our family is poor and we can't waste it."

Su Changqing nodded with no idea. Before he entered the sect, he was considered a young man from a noble family. He had never seen this scene and did not know where Yan He learned it, but at least he looked pretty and quite like that.

Senior Sister Yan He suffered this great disaster, and it seemed that she was different from before, and she could take care of her senior brother together.

Su Changqing thought this in his heart, and Nan He's cold expression on his side also felt a little surprised and softened.

Soon, white air had already flowed through the wooden pot lid and floated upwards, and the aroma of pork liver porridge was everywhere, causing people to rush their index fingers.

Yan He saw that it was almost done and planned to lift the lid of the pot. Su Changqing felt that Yan He was already close to him in his heart, and leaned over with his nose: "Senior sister, it smells so good. I haven't smelled the fragrance of food on earth for a long time."

Nan Hemu also leaned over with a face, without saying a word, but he had a vague expectation in his eyes.

Yan He turned around and smiled while opening the lid of the pot: "This is not simple. With me here, there will be a aroma of food every day."

Su Changqing and Nan He's faces were instantly red and red. Su Changqing stared at Yan He in anger and stomped his feet. His eyes were so angry that he smoked his orifices, and his eyes turned red: "Senior Sister, you!... When is it now! The second senior brother worked hard to get such ingredients, and the eldest brother was still lying on the bed and hungry. How could you make such a joke?!"

Yan He turned around for no reason and almost died on the spot when he saw the stuff in the pot.

Inside...

It turned out to be a full pot of ash!

Yan He didn't even dare to look at the faces of the two people next to him.

It's really embarrassing.

The second senior brother hugged the sword and coldly plucked her eyes. He turned his head and saw that he was invisible. The junior brother "you" for a long time, and swallowed it back when he wanted to scold him. He squeezed Yan He away angrily, took out the ingredients from the mustard bag and cooked another pot of porridge. However, Yan He had just lost a lot of ingredients, and Su Changqing didn't understand the food ratio, so he took out a basket and put it in the pot.

"Well, add more water and less salt to make porridge." Yan He couldn't help but remind him, and was glared at Su Changqing and Nan Heqi, stopped talking, and walked out with the pot in his arms, "I'll pour it out and remade it."

Yan He took the pot out regardless of the reactions of the two of them, thinking of destroying the pot pot ash quickly, but during the pouring process, he found something dark and ugly.

Yan He twisted it with his fingers, and couldn't figure out how to make a round pill after the pork liver porridge was burned. The pot was of different sizes, with a total of more than a dozen pills. But now it is not the time to worry about this, and the food cannot be wasted even if it is burned. Yan He picked it up one by one and put it in his mustard bag. The ash at the bottom of the pot was scraped down again and put it into the mustard bag alone.

The ash at the bottom of the pot is also called Baicao Frost. It is the smoke foam attached to the bottom of the pot after the weeds are burned. The ancients can use it as medicine after it is processed. Now she is in the world of immortal cultivation, and the golden elixir is broken and the sect is poor. She always has to consider more.

After Yan He had put everything in, he began to wash the pot.

What Yan He didn't know about this was that when the fourth junior brother saw her making a pot of ash, he couldn't help discussing it with the second senior brother of the Book King, "Oh, second senior brother... you earned from your hard work to use the secret realm mission to buy the ingredients for the eldest senior brother to replenish your body... I was so heartbroken by the third senior sister... I feel so heartbroken..."

Senior Brother Juan Wang had a cold face, and his hands kept holding his sword for a moment, without commenting, just snorting coldly from his nose, his face so dark that it looked ugly.

The cute fourth junior brother Su Changqing saw the second senior brother like this, and didn't dare to say anything else. He just asked weakly, "Second Brother, do you still have the pills you bought for money by using the secret realm mission last time? Let's just cook, I'll take them to the second senior brother later."

The fourth junior brother knew in his heart that the elixir was valuable. After buying a few pieces, the remaining money was only enough to buy that little ingredient...

Otherwise, why are there only a little ingredients? They are all for nourishing blood and qi? Who doesn’t want to buy more...

The second senior brother Nan He was still serious and silently took out a black pill from the treasure bag and said with a stern face, "This is the last one."

Su Changqing quickly took the pill in his heart and started cooking by himself. He also left a small bowl for his third senior sister, although it was quite unpalatable.

After the fourth junior brother was ready, he sent it to the eldest brother who was lying on the bed with damaged meridians. The eldest brother who was lying in bed all year round felt very uncomfortable when he saw the meal sent by his dear fourth junior brother...

I am a useless person, and I have to rely on my junior brothers to take care of me. I have no use to deliver food and eat. I can't do anything. I can't do anything in bed all day. It's better to die and reduce the burden on my junior brothers.

The fourth junior brother looked at the eldest senior brother lying stiffly on the bed, closing his eyes, frowning his brows, pursing his lips tightly, and even stubbornly looking at him, he knew that his eldest senior brother didn't want to eat again and wanted to go on a hunger strike to show his ambition.

The fourth junior brother sighed in his heart and angrily advised the senior brother, "Senior Brother, you are the most cultivation among our senior brothers. You have to rely on you to find the eighth junior sister. Only after you have good health can you go to the secret realm to find the missing eighth junior sister..."

Seeing that the eldest brother's eyes were a little loose, he quickly took advantage of the victory and took out the pill, "Senior Brother, please take this pill quickly. After taking it, your body will recover faster..."

The eldest brother opened his eyes, struggled in his tone, his eyes full of sorrow and grief, "Absurd! I'm a useless person, why are you wasting this pill for me? Take it away!"

While pushing, Junior Brother Fourth couldn't help but look at the black pill and was in doubt. Why did this pill look so familiar?

I seem to have seen it somewhere...
Chapter completed!