Back at the top of the mountain, Song Yizhi dove into the kitchen, but this time what came out was not the fragrance but the bitter taste of medicinal herbs.
Rong Yueyuan walked to the kitchen door and looked at several earthenware medicine jars on the stove. The bitter smell that filled the air came from them.
Song Yizhi controlled the spiritual power to roll a ball of dark ointment into pills of the same size, and then carefully wrapped them in a layer of sugar coating.
After finishing it, Song Yizhi waved to Rong Yueyuan, "Try it."
Rong Yueyuan walked up, picked up a pill and put it in his mouth with suspicion.
The sugar coating on the outside is not too sweet, just within the acceptable range for Rong Yueyuan, but when he bites through the sugar coating, a bitter taste fills his mouth.
"..." Rong Yueyuan swallowed the pills wholeheartedly. There was a bitter taste in his mouth that could make people lose their sense of taste. "How many bitter herbs did you put in?"
"A little bit." Song Yizhi packed the pills smoothly and handed them to Rong Yueyuan. Seeing him trying to refuse, he said, "Bitter herbs can neutralize many medicinal properties. There are no disadvantages except that it is a bit bitter."
Rong Yueyuan was about to refuse these pills that were too painful to pay for his life when he felt subtle changes in Tian Dan.
The pill he swallowed had already melted, and its power spread along the meridians to the Dantian, and the thin black thread wrapped around the villain's body loosened a little.
It was a very small change, but Rong Yueyuan still felt it.
It was true that he had not let the second elder see the remaining poison in his body, but the second elder said that he was not good at medical skills and could not remove the poison.
Afterwards, he went to Yaowang Valley, and the owner of Yaowang Valley waited for him to check the books to see if there was any way to solve the problem.
Two experts with top-notch medical skills and alchemy skills were helpless. How could a little girl like Song Yizhi solve it so easily?
Rong Yueyuan suppressed the surprise in his heart and reached out to take the box, and asked casually, "Really?"
There are so many secrets about Song Yizhi.
"For example, when using blood jade palm lotus as medicine, bitter grass must be added. Blood jade palm lotus has overbearing medicinal properties and is very easy to explode when directly ingested. Adding bitter grass is different. It will not reduce the medicinal properties and ensure safety." Song Yizhi gave an example.
example.
"Of course, bitter grass can only neutralize the medicinal properties, and the blood jade palm lotus still needs to be processed with special techniques to remove the toxicity when used as medicine." Song Yizhi added, "Unless it is used to fight poison with poison, it cannot be used directly as medicine."
Thinking of Song Yizhi's fearless behavior in eating the blood jade palm lotus as a vegetable, Rong Yueyuan couldn't help but said, "You know, then you still eat it."
She knows that the blood jade palm lotus is highly poisonous, but she still eats it as a vegetable. Is she being arrogant or is she not afraid of death?
Song Yizhi changed his mind and said sternly, "These are two different things!"
There is a difference between medicine and cooking!
Rong Yueyuan didn't want to speak. On the one hand, he couldn't speak, and on the other hand, his mouth was too bitter and he didn't want to say it.
Song Yizhi poured a cup of scented tea and handed it over.
After drinking a cup of tea, the bitter taste in Rong Yueyuan's mouth became lighter.
"This is a scented tea made from blood jade palm lotus. Does it smell good?" Song Yizhi asked when he saw Rong Yueyuan's eyebrows spread.
Rong Yueyuan: "..."
Is this considered murder?
"It's not poisonous." Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan's slightly complicated expression and couldn't help but feel happy, "You can drink this scented tea during the next period of time, it will be beneficial."
Rong Yueyuan responded, and then couldn't help but secretly think that he really did it because of Song Yizhihu.
"Song Yizhi." Rong Yueyuan put the tea cup on the stove and asked a question he had always wanted to ask, "Why is there no turbidity in the food you cook?"
What people who cultivate immortality are most afraid of is the accumulation of turbid qi in the body. Too much turbid qi accumulated in the body will block the meridians and Dantian, which will cause the cultivation to become slower and slower, and in the end it may be impossible to continue the cultivation.
Most of the ways in which turbid gas is taken into the body are through eating. There is a lot of turbid gas in whole grains, and even specially cultivated spiritual vegetables can have turbid gas.
Therefore, most people will choose Bigu Pill instead of eating after building the foundation.
But the food made by Song Yizhi didn't have any turbidity at all, which he noticed the first time he ate the food made by Song Yizhi.
Moreover, even if there is no turbid qi, it seems that if you eat too much, you can still accumulate spiritual power?
"No?" Song Yizhi raised his hand and scratched his head, looking at Rong Yueyuan with some confusion, "I haven't noticed it, or is it because the food I eat is too mixed?"
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi with a confused expression, and suddenly understood why the elder did not stop Song Yizhi from eating, and why the ancestors in the back mountain ate the food made by Song Yizhi.
Such talent in cooking is indeed a bit scary.
Rong Yueyuan said, "Don't just make food for others."
Everything that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Song Yizhi's talent is already top-notch. If she hadn't been so obsessed with one-third of an acre of land, she would have been in even more danger.
Moreover, Song Yizhi is already being watched by many people. If she lets others know about her terrifying cooking talent, she will only become more dangerous.
Song Yizhi nodded, and while clearing the stove, she asked, "Fifth Elder, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine." Rong Yueyuan is not picky about food.
Song Yizhi nodded, and while it was still early, she was going to get the beef jerky out.
Making beef jerky is relatively complicated. It needs to be marinated and then air-dried. After air-drying, it needs to be steamed, and finally it needs to be cooled and smoked.
Ten kilograms of beef jerky requires nearly thirty kilograms of fresh beef. Song Yizhi would not be stupid enough to do it herself. She directly controlled her spiritual power to cut the beef into thin strips.
The chopped beef was placed in the bucket, and she used her spiritual power to mix the marinade with the beef evenly, then covered it with a wooden lid and set it aside to marinate.
Once the busy work is over, it's almost time to make dinner.
After dinner, Song Yizhi went to practice sword practice.
When Song Yiheng came over, Song Yizhi was squatting by the ditch, and the lantern hanging on the bamboo pole gave off a soft light.
The location of the bamboo house has not changed, but the pond has been moved. There are several water channels winding on the other side of the field. The pond is not far away, and it looks like a fish pond further away.
Looking at the changed peak, Song Yiheng's eyes fell on his sister.
The fifth elder was not here, so he was probably practicing in the house. My sister was very capable, and she managed to reach this peak in a short period of time.
"Brother." Song Yizhi shouted, then took his hand out of the ditch and threw the water drops hanging on his hand towards Song Yiheng.
Song Yiheng raised his hand to wipe away a few drops of water on his face. Looking at Song Yizhi who was smiling happily after succeeding, he said gently, "Mother knows about your skipping class today."
The smile on Song Yizhi's face froze.
"Song Ningfeng's quiz has begun, and mother doesn't have time to come find you." Song Yiheng added.
Song Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up a pool of spring water and poured it towards Song Yiheng, "Bad brother, you will scare me!"
Song Yiheng stepped aside slightly and stepped forward to pull Song Yizhi up. "Song Ningfeng is very busy with the quiz. Mother asked Huaizhu to go back and help. Next, I will assist the fifth elder."
Song Yizhi raised her head and looked at Song Yiheng, who was much taller than her. She bent her eyes and looked at her brother, "Brother, how can you call Senior Sister Huaizhu by her name? You should call her Senior Sister like me!"
If you don’t call me sister this year, you’re a bit wild!