Medicinal Cuisine
Editor: Kurisu
Not far away, there were the remains of a small mountain that'd completely disappeared overnight. Countless crystals that had been melted and refined by the fire were left behind on one side, and on the other side, after the ice thawed, only the cracked and frost-damaged earth remained.
A small group was huddled beside a large pot on a neighboring mountain, drooling over the contents of the pot like a bunch of depraved witches. There was no fragrance coming from the medicinal soup, but everyone had already eaten similar medicinal cuisines countless times. They naturally knew how amazing something like this tasted.
Bei Feng increased the fire for a moment, and occasionally turned the heat lower to stew the soup. All the changes of the medicinal soup were completely grasped in his hands.
An hour passed, and the soup in the pot had congealed together. It was now of an azure-green color, and its texture was like jello.