"Gurgle..."
Originally, he was just trying it out, but to his surprise, Dimo actually swallowed the soup as soon as it entered his mouth.
Moreover, everything that Jun Feijue fed it to them drank it all up.
"So it turns out that people can actually eat while they're asleep."
Upon seeing this, Jin Yue exclaimed with delight, "It's good that you can eat; that way, you'll recover quickly."
"Master, are you tired? Do you want me to help you?"
Seeing Jun Feijue feeding Di Moyu soup down his collar, Ji Fanya couldn't help but speak up.
He remembered that Di Moyu had a severe case of mysophobia, and as a devoted fan, he couldn't bear to see his idol being treated so badly.
"Oh, my hands are getting a little sore too."
Jun Feijue nodded and placed the bowl in Ji Fanya's hands, "Here you go."
"Senior brother, time for soup."
Ji Fanya took it, suppressing his excitement, and carefully scooped a spoonful before bringing it to Di Moyu's lips.
However, Di Moyu did not react at all.
I won't eat it.
"Could it be that Young Master Di has eaten his fill?" Jin Yue asked softly.
"It can't be that bad, he hasn't even finished half a bowl."
Ji Fanya looked suspicious and tentatively handed it back to Jun Feijue, saying, "Why don't you try feeding him another one, Master?"
"oh."
Jun Feijue didn't think much of it and took the food to feed it.
Then, Di Moyu drank it.
"..."
Upon seeing this, Ji Fanya was stunned for a moment, then ran to the tree roots to count mushrooms, feeling wronged.
"My...Senior Brother dislikes me, boohoo..."
"cough…"
Seeing this, Jun Feijue looked up and cleared his throat, saying in a consoling tone, "Why are you taking a fuss over someone who's unconscious?"
"Waaah..."
Unexpectedly, Ji Fanya burst into tears upon hearing this and cried loudly.
"Even when I'm unconscious, my senior brother still dislikes me!"
Jun Feijue: "..."
It's just a bowl of soup, is it really that big of a deal?
After finally feeding him the soup, Ji Fanya and I helped Di Moyu change his clothes.
Jun Feijue then went on to continue his alchemy endeavors.
When she returned to the table, the first thing Tiandi did was to have her tidy up the table and then pick wild grass from the roadside to practice grinding.
Although there was plenty of cinnabar, it wasn't extravagant enough for her to use it to dye tablecloths.
Jun Feijue didn't care what the materials were; he took the medicine bowl and began practicing seriously.
However, no matter how many times I tried, the result was always the same: everything was spilled.
"You... come with me into the spiritual sea."
Originally, Tiandi was in a mood to watch the show, but now he could no longer laugh. He said with a stern face, "I will demonstrate it all. Watch carefully."
"kindness."
Jun Feijue nodded, a serious look flashing in his eyes.
Tiandi was kneeling beside a small table, his long, golden hair, reaching his ankles, cascading down the ground. He held a medicine bowl in one hand and a medicine mortar in the other, sitting upright and dignified.
This serious demeanor was surprisingly noble and elegant.
As for those medicines and alchemy tools, they were naturally conjured by the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
"When grinding, you need to use a skillful wrist to lock the medicine in the center of the mortar."
As he demonstrated, he explained, "The second step is 'mixing,' which involves grinding the various medicinal juices and then pouring them into the medicine bottle in strict order. The pouring method is just like the one you practice in a carriage. Each pour and stop must be decisive and swift; adding or subtracting even a fraction is wrong."
"Part Three, Fusion."
After mixing, Tiandi took out the stopper to seal the bottle, held the bottle with both hands, and began to shake it in a very strange way.
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