Soon, she arrived at the Chinese medicine clinic, where there was only one chef who dispensed medicine.

"Hello, Master, I need some medicine."

"Okay, bring the recipe."

"Uh, Master, I don't have a recipe. I'll tell you."

"How can you prescribe medicine without a prescription?" The old master said with a look of disapproval.

"No, Master, the medicines I want to get are not for treating illnesses, but for cooking."

Lin Siya hurriedly explained.

The master chef understood after hearing what Lin Siya said. After all, there are also medicinal foods in traditional Chinese medicine.

"So you want to make medicinal food, what do you need?"

"Dried ginger, cumin, cinnamon, pepper, angelica, cardamom, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cassia bark, galangal..."

Lin Siya reported a long list of names. She only planned to come to the Chinese medicine clinic once, so she decided to buy more at a time, including some useful and some useless things, so that she would be able to use them when she needed them. The old master was recording them on the side.

"Master, I need half a pound of these medicines. Could you please help me get some?"

"You need so many? I'm afraid some of us don't have that much."

"It's okay, Master. Just catch as many as you can."

"OK"

The old master didn't ask her why she wanted so much at once. After all, these days, the better life is to listen less and ask less.

It took the master craftsman more than an hour to pack all the medicines. She ordered many kinds, which weighed dozens of kilograms in total. It was really too much. Fortunately, she brought a basket with her.

Chinese medicine is really too cheap nowadays. She spent less than 50 yuan on so many things, which is probably enough for her to use for several years. Anyway, she can keep it in the system space and doesn’t have to worry about it going bad.