No ingredients were wasted.
Everything that could be eaten raw was divided up and eaten raw by the elves.
Ah Jiang chuckled as he grilled meat on a hot stone slab heated by the fire.
Even though the meat was covered in black charcoal ash, he still wouldn't use Li Aili's 'devil's soup' to cook the meat.
Leslie, who almost got killed by a mushroom, came back after rinsing her mouth.
His stomach was still churning violently, and he couldn't help but cast a healing spell on himself.
Upon witnessing this extremely insulting scene, Li Aili was speechless.
It was only at this moment that Assange's kindness was discovered.
He squatted in front of the soup pot, took out a few empty bottles, and carefully poured the still bubbling hot pot broth into the bottles.
Li Aili pursed her lips and walked over, saying, "This is the base sauce; it can only be thrown away after cooking the vegetables."
Assange finished pouring out the last bottle and said, "Isn't that a waste?"
"I think this is much more lethal than the poison sold by the Adventurers' Guild."
"If we ever run into an enemy, we'll just give them a bottle of poison... and force-feed them a whole bottle of base sauce, hehe!"
Li Aili: "..." Her fist hardened.
Fortunately, at that moment, the blue messenger bird flew back.
Li Aili silently chanted, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry," as she took down the letter brought back by the messenger bird.
Li Aili casually fed the messenger bird a magic stone, then tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside.
Skipping over the initial pleasantries, the main text reads:
I'm a little short on cash lately...
Jump back a bit more.
If it's just about helping out, then of course no problem!
I happened to be doing a quest near the far north.
We'll meet at the foot of the Heavenly Ladder tomorrow morning.
Your old friend, 'Radiant Wings' Chessiah.
What a coincidence! It saved us a teleportation scroll.
Li Aili crawled into the tent, lay down on the cloud, wrapped herself tightly in the fire magic stone blanket, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
In my dream, that platinum-colored dragon came again.
This time, it even brought a toy with it.
A small white-haired doll.
After that, Li Aili was forced to watch as the giant dragon brutally beat up the little doll.
The doll got beaten up in the end; you couldn't even find a whole ball of cotton in it.
"Ellie, Ellie, wake up."
The next day, the white rose, now the same size as before, gently nudged Li Aili, who was lost in a dream.
"Hmm..." Li Aili turned over, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and looked like a Swiss roll.
"Just let me sleep for another ten minutes."
"Ellie, we still need to climb down the Heavenly Ladder. If we're late, we might have to use a teleportation scroll."
As White Rose spoke, she tried to dig her best friend out of the blanket.
Upon hearing "use a teleportation scroll," Li Aili instantly woke up.
She abruptly threw off the covers and sat up. "I'm up! Let's go!"
The white rose, who almost hit her head, was speechless.
To prevent a certain lady from once again enthusiastically 'poisoning' everyone.
Early in the morning, Ah Jiang cooked a pot of mixed soup.
When Li Aili came out, her friends around the campfire were each holding a bowl, slurping up the fragrant mixed soup.
After Li Aili sat down, Wendy Shani served her a bowl of hot, thick soup.
Then he took a crispy wheat cake from the heated stone slab and gave it to her.
The wheat pancakes are very thin, and the air bubbles produced during fermentation are baked until golden brown. When you bite into one, it's crispy and crunchy, and the sweet aroma of wheat fills your mouth.
Li Aili: "..." Perhaps my culinary talent lies in noodles?
Last night's pot of "soul-severing soup" did not revive the small boat of friendship between good friends.
Wendy Shani leaned closer to Li Aili and said, "Don't look at this soup, it's a mess."
“But this is a family recipe passed down through generations of Ajahn Chah’s family.”
Li Aili became interested upon hearing this, quickly blew on the steam, and took a small sip with anticipation.
The rich tomato flavor collides with the stewed potatoes, mixed with a hint of pumpkin sweetness.
Li Aili's eyes widened, and she took another sip!
It's a new flavor again.
Li Aili suddenly looked at A Jiang, "Do you sell the recipe for this dish?"
Everyone: "..."
As he descended the heavenly ladder, Ah Jiang was overjoyed because he had received a large sum of money.
Li Aili was also delighted. She carefully put the recipe that A Jiang had written for her into her storage ring.
Wendy Shane walked solemnly to Ellie's side. "Promise me, Ellie, that you won't try to make this dish when you're on an adventure with us, okay?"
Li Aili looked bewildered. "Why? Is there some kind of taboo surrounding this?"
Wendy Shane nodded and smiled shyly.
The bubble above her head seemed to say: "As long as it's not for us to eat, I'll make it for anyone..."
Li Aili: "..."
As they descended the Heavenly Ladder, Li Aili inquired about the 'Asmo' race.
"Speaking of which, what race is Asmo?" Li Aili asked.
Emerald Dragon Bognar always enjoys answering these kinds of questions.
"'Asmo', they and 'Tiflin' are known as the descendants of gods and demons."
"Asmo generally refers to the offspring of celestial beings and humans."
"Their appearance will be more outstanding."
"Even several generations later, the offspring will still have golden or silver eyes."
"Asmo is what is known as the 'descendant of the gods'."
Upon hearing the name 'Golden Eyes', Li Aili immediately thought of Cardinal Joshua.
Could he be Asmo?
"In contrast, the 'Tiflin' are descendants of demons, one of their ancestors being a creature from purgatory."
Asmo was born kind.
Therefore, most Asmodians choose a holy profession, such as a paladin.
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