Yang Meiji opened her eyes wide as she watched Bu Fang carefully choosing out a bunch of medicinal ingredients.
As an alchemist herself, she had naturally skimmed over these types of medicinal ingredients, and she was also very certain about the properties of these medicinal ingredients. The moment she looked at them, her face became slightly black.
Bu Fang curiously gave her a glance, "Who said that these medicinal ingredients will be made into a broth for Nangong Wuque?"
Yang Meiji froze and gave an awkward smile.
"Watch the medicinal ingredient in the wok well, after cooking on low heat for two hours, you need to stir it twice whenever a pot of tea boils. Do you understand?" Bu Fang said.
Yang Meiji nodded her head. What Bu Fang said was indeed very easy. No wonder he said that it wasn't very tiring.
Compared to using that heavy and true-energy-absorbing kitchen knife to cut the radish, this work was simply too easy.
