Pheasant Soup

As it turned out, Yan Ping only knew how to cook rice, soup and porridge. Anji did not mind. Her teacher was still amazing, even without culinary talent. Besides, it was difficult for a blind person to cook in the first place. She ate her sweet potato leaf and mushroom soup with white rice. It did not have much seasoning apart from some salt, but that was fine. After all, hunger was the best seasoning that made any food delicious.

While Yan Ping conjured water and cooked, Anji spent the rest of the time putting away and rearranging everything she had removed from the storage shed. Her effort paid off when the storage shed looked a lot better than it did previously. The items were categorised, and there was space for people to walk around without risking bodily harm. Moreover, Anji found the tools she wanted to bring with her for foraging in the afternoon before dinner.