She redistributed all the ingredients in the proportions, reducing the quantities as much as possible, and added some honey and other things, intending to experiment first.
To avoid waste, Meng Po put the entire pot of Meng Po soup into her space, then reduced the amount according to the proportions Qin Yune had instructed, only cooking a small portion and putting it into the pot. She then lit a large fire directly under the pot.
Qin Yunie: "..."
Fortunately, she had already seen even more outrageous things, so now she could remain calm and composed even when she saw them.
Then, they saw Meng Po take the 1.8-meter-long spoon, which was much larger than Meng Po herself, and start cooking soup.
After stirring well, turn up the heat and bring the soup to a boil, stirring constantly while cooking.
Qin Yunie looked at the still full of materials inside and felt a little uneasy.
Seeing that she was staring intently at the pot of soup, Meng Po assumed she wanted to play with it, so she handed her a spoon and asked, "Would you like to try it?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie glanced at the large spoon, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out his hand.
As soon as Meng Po let go, the spoon became so heavy that it slipped from her grasp and crashed straight to the ground.
Qin Yune immediately cried out in alarm, "Oh no—"
Luckily, Little Red reached out its little paws to help hold it up. Because it was so heavy, Little Red even grimaced from straining, its entire body fur straining, making a "gurgle~" sound.
Qin Yunie hurriedly grabbed it, narrowly avoiding dropping the spoon on the ground.
She let out a breath and affectionately rubbed against the fluffy ball. "Thank you, Little Red. Let go now, don't hurt your little paws."
"Gurgle gurgle~"
As soon as Xiao Hong let go, the spoon was so heavy that Qin Yune started to fall as soon as he got it.
"Gurgle!!"
Just as Xiao Hong was about to help, Qin Yune gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."
Having learned from her previous experience, she quickly braced the spoon's handle against her hips and used her waist strength to lift the spoon up. Even so, she couldn't help but sway her body slightly before she could barely keep it from falling.
Seeing how disheveled she was, Meng Po laughed heartily, "Little Yu Nie, how can you be so cute~ Hahahaha..."
Qin Yunie was embarrassed by the laughter. She was holding a spoon that weighed about a hundred pounds, and it was heavier than her. The spoon was big enough to hold several of her.
Although she guessed that the spoon must be heavy, after all, it was such a big spoon, and she estimated that the handle alone was more than 1.8 meters long, definitely more. She was 168 cm tall, but the handle was much taller than her.
She was just trying to see if she could lift it, but she didn't expect... it's really heavy...
Meng Po took the spoon from her hand with one hand and said with great ease, "You'd better not try to be brave."
Qin Yunie looked at the spoon with a sense of frustration. After confirming that it was something she couldn't lift, she gave up resisting and handed it over without hesitation.
Then she moved a small stool out of the house and sat in the yard, propping her head up and kneading the little fur ball while watching Meng Po brew the soup.
In the quiet courtyard, the only sounds were the stirring of Meng Po's tea and the occasional soft purring of the little furball.
After Meng Po simmered the fire for about ten minutes, she turned the flames down to a simmer and began to cook it slowly.
Qin Yune stared at the large pot. "Sister Meng, how long will this pot take to cook?"
Meng Po continued working, "About an hour."
Her eyes widened in shock, her previous lazy demeanor completely gone, and she sat up straight. "So you're going to stir it like this for an hour?"
Meng Po rolled her beautiful eyes and said irritably, "Do you think it's easy to brew a pot of Meng Po soup? Those ghost messengers are still not satisfied. I work hard to brew a pot of soup, and they still complain about this and that."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie shrank her body as much as possible, afraid that Meng Po would drag her out and scold her, since she seemed to have been one of those who were disliked just now.
The air was filled with a faint scent, similar to before, but slightly different; it was fainter and more pleasant.
After it was brewed, Meng Po took the first sip. Just one sip, and her beautiful eyes widened slightly. She exclaimed in surprise, "Is this really the Meng Po soup I brewed?"
Seeing her reaction, Qin Yune tentatively asked, "Is it hard to drink?"
She turned to look at Qin Yunie and said meaningfully, "To be precise, not bad."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie couldn't help but take a sip, only to spit it out the next second, "Pfft..."
Qin Yunie looked miserable. "This is what you call not bad...?"
Meng Po said with a serious expression, "It's much better than before."
Qin Yunie had no idea what the differences were after all the improvements she had made. She had only tasted the last one, and it really didn't taste very good.
She smacked her lips, still savoring the taste, and reduced one of the ingredients by a third. Another ingredient with a stronger flavor was reduced by half, and she added another ingredient, still cooking only a quarter of the usual amount.
This process was repeated, and two more pots were boiled. The flavor was adjusted, and each time it was a little better than the last.
As it got dark, Qin Yune went inside to bring out a large tile lamp to illuminate the courtyard.
By the time the last pot was taken out of the pot, the smell in the air had improved considerably.
Although you can still faintly smell the previous scent, there are now other scents mixed in, creating a complex yet unexpectedly harmonious blend.
Meng Po was the first to try it. Although she knew from the previous experiments that it would taste even better than before, her eyes lit up when she tasted it. This was not just better than before, it was absolutely delicious!
After Meng Po finished drinking it in one gulp, she gave Qin Yune a thumbs up and said excitedly, "It's done!"
From her clearly excited voice, Qin Yune could tell that this time the Meng Po soup was really good, and a smile appeared on his face.
Meng Po drank several bowls in a row before stopping. She exhaled and said in an extremely arrogant tone, "Tomorrow I'll go and show off in front of those ghost messengers and make them drool!"
Qin Yunie raised a crucial point: "Given how much they dislike it, they probably wouldn't want to drink it on their own initiative."
Remembering Meng Po's previous complaints, she added, "Besides, if they're not going to be reincarnated, why would they want to drink Meng Po's soup?"
Meng Po remained silent for several seconds before saying, "Then I'll force them to drink a small sip. When they finish it and want more, ha, it's gone! They used to despise Meng Po's soup, but now it's something they can't afford to drink."
Qin Yune was both amused and exasperated, never expecting Meng Po to hold such a grudge.
Qin Yune successfully improved Meng Po's soup, which made her exceptionally happy. The more she looked at Qin Yune, the more satisfied she became, except that he was too easy to bully.
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