Su Diandian suppressed a laugh: "Great-grandson, this is what your great-grandmother should do."
Chu Kuo touched his nose, trying to hide the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.
As soon as the rice was put into the pot, Su Diandian encountered a problem.
How do you cook porridge without water?
Just as she was in a dilemma, she remembered that there was a jar of colorless and odorless poison in her storage bag.
That stuff was too weak to have any effect on her at all; she usually kept that jar of poisoned water as a backup drink.
Poisonous water mixed with spirit rice, cooked into a pot of porridge.
Unexpectedly, it smelled wonderful after being cooked.
Shen Helin craned his neck to look at the spittoon, "Is it cooked?"
"Almost there, almost there, just a little seasoning left." Su Diandian said as she took a porcelain bottle out of her storage bag.
She uncorked the bottle and was about to pour the porridge into it when she discovered that she couldn't move her hand.
"Great-grandson, what do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled at Shen Helin. "Are you suspecting me of poisoning him?"
On Shen Helin's seemingly honest face, a cunning look that seemed to see through everything appeared: "You'd better put away all these bottles and jars of yours."
If you want to accept it, then accept it.
After realizing she could move her hands, Su Diandian slowly stuffed the porcelain bottle back into her storage bag.
She had already quietly dissolved the Ten Thousand Gu Pill into the porridge.
The poisons were only used to enhance the flavor; their actual effect was minimal.
"Okay, then you can just drink it while holding the pot." Su Diandian took the opportunity to move her body back a little.
Shen Helin looked at the steaming porridge, then at Su Diandian's expectant face.
“You are the elder, please go first.” He pushed the scalding hot spittoon forward.
Su Diandian hesitated slightly.
The porridge was poisonous, which she liked, but it was cooked in a spittoon...
Oh well, it's new anyway, so it's not dirty.
Just as she was about to offer herself, Shen Helin raised his hand to stop her: "Your constitution is special, drinking won't help."
As he spoke, he looked at Chu Kuo, who was controlling the direction of the speedboat, and said, "He'll drink first."
"Okay!" Chu Kuo turned his face and opened his mouth to suck the porridge into his stomach.
Anyway, he has the antidote, so he won't die from taking it.
Half a pot of spirit rice porridge is worth quite a bit of money.
He made a profit.
The porridge rose into the air, about to enter his mouth.
Shen Helin, however, flicked his finger, intercepting all the porridge.
With a "whoosh," the spittoon was filled again.
Chu Kuo's frank yet greedy demeanor made him feel at ease.
Just as he was about to savor the fragrant porridge, the shrill cry of the black-haired child rang out.
Brownie flew above the speedboat, complaining, "Little Lin, you went out to play without me!"
"Whether I took you or not, you still caught up, didn't you?" Shen Helin looked up at him, "I told you to guard Changsheng Hall properly, but you wouldn't listen to a word I said."
"Hmph!" The bird-shaped brown bird tilted its head and expelled clumps of sticky white bird droppings.
Bird droppings flew everywhere above the speedboat.
As Shen Helin glared at He'er, he raised his sleeve to cover the spittoon with displeasure: "How many times have I taught you not to defecate anywhere?"
Chu Kuo grinned mischievously, then casually raised his finger and manipulated a clump of bird droppings into the porridge.
Let that stingy Changshengdian eat all the food by himself!
Eat him to death!
After the bird droppings fall, they float on top and are easily visible.
Su Diandian reacted quickly, using her spiritual power to stir the porridge. The bird droppings instantly blended with it, making it impossible for anyone to see any change.
Too lazy to coax the child, Shen Helin took off his sleeve. "Luckily, my spirit rice porridge wasn't dirty."
After saying that, he opened his mouth and happily sucked all the porridge from the spittoon into his mouth.
He'er transformed into human form and landed on the deck, puffing out his cheeks. "Little Linzi, you're eating all by yourself! I'm going to tell my mother when I get home."
But by this time, the spirit rice porridge had already been completely consumed by Shen Helin.
He patted his belly and let out a satisfied sigh.
The spiritual crops you grow yourself are cleaner, tastier, and full of spiritual energy.
but…
Something seems off...
"Burp..." Shen Helin let out a burp, the lingering stench of feces spreading out of his mouth.
Does cooked lingmi (a type of rice) have this foul smell?
The moment he had this thought, an overwhelming pain suddenly spread from his stomach to every part of his body.
He glanced incredulously at the gloating Su Diandian: "You poisoned me?"
“Yes.” Su Diandian nodded seriously, “The Ten Thousand Gu Pill is extremely poisonous and melts in the mouth. Your great-grandmother has personally certified it.”
Upon receiving confirmation, Shen Helin immediately sat cross-legged, attempting to expel the toxins. "A mere Ten Thousand Gu Pill is no match for this Palace Master's life."
But the more he channeled his spiritual power, the more intense the pain, like being gnawed by insects or torn apart by beasts, became.
Seeing that he was covered in sweat, He'er quickly stepped forward to ask with concern, "Little Lin, are you alright?"
Shen Helin was touched, never expecting that He'er would care about him so much.
Just as he was moved, He'er burst into laughter again: "It's just a little bit of poison, yet you're sweating like a waterfall. Little Lin, you're really useless."
As he spoke, he suddenly clutched his groin and jumped up and down, saying, "I just finished pooping, why do I feel like peeing again? Am I poisoned too?"
Su Diandian kicked the spittoon away: "You peed in the spittoon!"
Upon hearing the words "spittoon," Shen Helin's eyes widened in shock.
He looked at the brown-haired boy who was urinating into the spittoon...
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