Ruan Qiao didn't believe it and continued to refine the second furnace.
This time, she began to refine the Snow Bone Pill.
A few hours later, the pills were ready. A furnace of seventeen snow-white, crystal-clear pills were like little snowballs in the cauldron, crystal clear and lovely, with a unique fragrance.
Ruan Qiao was not in a hurry to take it out, but instead waited anxiously.
In less than a minute, the strange fragrance disappeared and the smell of stinky pickles emanated again.
Ruan Qiao felt numb all over.
She put the pills into the medicine bottles expressionlessly, and a look of sadness appeared on her face.
With this taste, will she still be able to sell her pills in the future?
Outside the door, Chu Shiyu's expression became strange again.
Ruan Qiao continued to refine the third batch, this time, it was a detoxification pill.
After the pill was made, a clear and overbearing medicinal fragrance first wafted in the air, and then was replaced by the faint smell of stinky pickles.
Ruan Qiao continued to refine the fourth furnace with an expressionless face.
Zhengqi Pill.
When the familiar smell of stinky pickles wafted out, Ruan Qiao put away the pill with a melancholy look on her face.
It was already dark outside. Ruan Qiao went out and saw Chu Shiyu outside.
The two looked at each other, and Ruan Qiao asked, "Have you been outside the whole time?"
Chu Shiyu nodded.
Ruan Qiao asked: "Do you smell it?"
Chu Shiyu: …
He nodded hesitantly.
Ruan Qiao: ...
There is no hope in life.
Chu Shiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He consoled her, "The divine cauldron is magical. Perhaps it's been pickling the pickles for too long, so it's memorized. As long as the medicinal properties remain unchanged, the taste is secondary."
Ruan Qiao said, "Then next time I take out the pills, I'll tell people that even though they smell like stinky pickles, they're actually quite effective."
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