Chapter 213 Cooking Porridge
But when thinking of that reminder, Song Mian sometimes really wants to laugh.
After all she had been through, she no longer had any hope in human nature.
The world is like fire, and the world is like a furnace.
She has seen too many people, hypocritical, two-faced, selfish...
The efforts that were once made out of kindness were gradually buried after being peeled off time and time again.
Just when she hated this world and everyone, she met this female cultivator in front of her.
Song Mian's injuries were getting better little by little.
Shen Qingyi originally planned to fly on a sword, but now he had to take Song Mian with him, so he had to change from a sword to a spirit boat.
"Gugu!"
A cooing sound made both of them stunned for a moment.
Song Mian touched her belly awkwardly.
After his life was saved, his body seemed to come back to its senses.
Song Mian, who had not eaten for nearly three days, finally felt a sense of hunger spreading rapidly.
But now her life was saved by someone else, and the two of them had no friendship, and were even strangers who had only met twice. Song Mian did not expect a female cultivator who was in the foundation-building stage to take her to the market to buy food just because she was hungry.
Shen Qingyi really didn't plan to take Song Mian to the market to buy things.
Now they are located near a cliff in the mountains, some distance away from several markets. If they want to go to the nearest market, they have to turn back.
Shen Qingyi thought about it and took out pots and pans from his storage bag.
He moved the spiritual power in his hands and added water and some spiritual rice into the pot.
"Senior?"
Shen Qingyi did everything quickly.
"Your internal injuries are too severe at the moment. You should not eat food with too much spiritual energy or fasting pills. You should eat mild food."
In addition, the moment he came into contact with Song Mian and touched Song Mian's wrist, Shen Qingyi felt the chaos in Song Mian's pulse.
Although she is not an alchemy practitioner or a medical practitioner, she has made some basic attempts.
Song Mian's condition looked like someone had destroyed his cultivation and damaged his meridians.
Coupled with the injuries he suffered this time, he was extremely weak.
The pills given to her were the mildest kind, containing less spiritual power.
Song Mian watched Shen Qing cooking porridge smoothly and was a little dazed for a moment.
"Senior, how could you... bring pots and pans with you..."
Aren't storage bags usually used to store important things? Life-saving pills, hunted monsters, spiritual herbs...
Also, don’t cultivators who are building their foundation practice fasting for the sake of their own cultivation?
"When I was in the Qi training stage, I often traveled outside, and I didn't have spirit stones to buy fasting pills, so I brought my own pots and pans with me."
In fact, after she got the news that she didn't have to fast for the time being, she couldn't resist the delicious food made by the chefs in the cafeteria. She also thought that if she wanted to eat something hot when she was out, she would want to, so she brought pots and bowls with her.
But Shen Qingyi didn't say it.
Not only did her behavior seem stupid to some cultivators, but her current identity was that of a casual cultivator.
Independent cultivators usually rush around, desperately competing for resources for cultivation. How many of them care about food and drink?
In order to survive and practice, sometimes they eat voraciously, even swallowing raw food.
Song Mian nodded, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Qingyi became a little more intimate.
It seems that this senior who doesn't put on airs didn't have a good life in the past.
The aroma coming from the pot becomes stronger.
This made Song Mian's stomach growl even louder.
"Just wait a moment, it won't be long."
Song Mian nodded. Although she was very hungry, she still had her sanity.
(End of this chapter)
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