No Disciples And No Masters For Me
Translator: Henyee Translations Redakteur: Henyee Translations
Huo Yao was looking at the ingredients when Old Mr. Yi suddenly asked about her relationship with Old Mr. Pei. Her expression froze briefly before she replied without raising her head. "Aren't I friends with you as well?"
Old Mr. Yi choked. She clearly knew what he was driving at, and it certainly was not this.
Huo Yao walked up to Yi Lianfan and looked at the clay pot that was stewing over the flame. A light medicinal scent wafted in the air. She paused for two seconds and said, "Lianfan, I suggest using a little rhizome."
Yi Lianfan turned to glance at Huo Yao. "Rhizome?"
Huo Yao nodded.
Yi Lianfan went to the side and took some rhizome from a box. "Is this enough?"
Huo Yao glanced at him. Sure enough, he descended from a family of Chinese medicinal dish chefs. She raised her brow and said, "That's about right."
Yi Lianfan washed the rhizome and placed it in the clay pot.