Chapter 1767： Farming to earn money to support ancestors! 20

Chu Ci stopped moving and watched with his eyes down, and finally raised his hand, as if being bullied, slightly bulged his cheeks, twisted half of the broken small tripod, and threw it out angrily.

After throwing it out, she seemed to feel more comfortable, and Chu Ci began to execute the third tripod.

Until the last tripod, Chu Ci's heat was almost under control.

It's just that the last medicinal material is thrown in, a little bit when it merges.

The little tripod swayed from side to side.

It seemed that I couldn't bear it anymore.

Then there was a loud noise.

After the smoke passed, Chu Ci looked at the mess and began to wonder if he really had the talent for alchemy.

After all, it seems...it doesn't seem to be reliable.

Then there was another loud noise in my ear.

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, and subconsciously glanced at the residue in front of him.

No, she's done all this frying, where is the movement...

Chu Ci's gaze slowly turned towards a place, where a handful of gray smoke had already risen.

Chu Ci:...

No, you just cook a meal, and some recipes have seasonings. How did you achieve the same effect as her alchemy? ?

Chu Ci got up and walked two steps forward, planning to go out to see how Bai Xingjian had done to her kitchen.

Then she saw a little golden light exposed under the pile of dust.

Chu Ci paused in his footsteps, and used his spiritual power to balabara in the dust. The last golden pill with red patterns floated in the air, exuding a faint fragrance.

Seems to be... succeeded?

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, and searched it carefully. As a result, he rummaged up and down, only to come to a conclusion: she indeed only made one pill.

then……

Chu Ci looked at the scrapped small tripod that was piled up into a hill next to him.

With a light cough, he pinched a curse to restore this side to its original state.

It seems that she has no other major problems with refining medicine, just a little bit of trouble.

Hmm, no harm.

Chu Ci thought this way, holding the pill, ran down, intending to see what the ancestor and his old man did.

Then as soon as the kitchen door was opened, a rather choking smell rushed up, Chu Ci took a step back, coughed twice, and raised his hand to dissipate the smoke in the kitchen.

I saw the ancestor standing in his kitchen who was dressed in white. At the moment, the white ancestor looked a little gray and his face had not changed much.

And the stove in front of the ancestor looked a bit miserable.

It was much worse than those Xiaoding when she was refining medicine just now.

Chu Ci:...

Bai Xingjian didn't seem to think that such a problem would suddenly occur. There was a little dust on his chin, and he turned to look at Chu Ci like this, with a bit of a daze and a bit serious.

Chu Ci twitched the corners of her lips, raised her hand and pressed her temple, and began to ask the uncle who blew up her kitchen, "What the **** did you do?"

Everything is done for you. You just fry the dishes against the recipe, at most the first time you can't master the heat, or the seasoning is wrong.

But you can't get up, you have to fry the kitchen, right? ?

"Nothing." Bai Xingjian also looked particularly confused.

After all, the stir-fried vegetables written on the recipe are simple.

He did nothing extra.