Zhang Shaozhong also mustered up his courage and tried Ye Meier's "creation". Sure enough, apart from the burnt taste and a little bit of honey sweetness, it was just hard, gritty dough.
He then tried a bit of the "medicinal paste" scraped from Ling Qingxue's pot of "rotten leather," and the taste was extremely bitter and burnt, almost killing him on the spot.
But strangely, after the bitterness, there really seemed to be a tiny bit of... sweet aftertaste in my throat?
And there really does seem to be a little warmth in my stomach? Or is it just psychological?
"It seems... a little different?"
Zhang Shaozhong said uncertainly, "But this tastes awful! And its effects are negligible, right?"
Ling Qingxue seemed quite satisfied with this "experiment." Looking at the broken casserole and the charred pills on the baking tray, she concluded, "Although it was not entirely satisfactory, it proved one thing: even in this world, with mortal objects and following ancient principles, one can still glimpse the wonders of alchemy. However, the control of the heat and the combination of medicinal materials need to be reconsidered."
Ye Meier gave up completely: "What's the point of pondering! Wouldn't it be better to order takeout? Alchemy is no human job! From now on, I'd better just eat properly!"
Ultimately, this grand kitchen alchemy operation ended with the destruction of a clay pot, the consumption of a number of ingredients and medicinal herbs, and the creation of a pile of burnt garbage that was difficult to dispose of.
The only achievement might be that Ling Qingxue confirmed two conclusions: "the feasibility of alchemy using modern kitchen equipment is extremely low" and "the alternative medicinal materials need to be greatly optimized."
While enduring nausea and cleaning up the mess, Zhang Shaozhong thought to himself: Well, at least the house didn't catch fire this time, and I didn't get any food poisoning. It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Living with powerful immortals and demons is truly a never-ending journey; you never know what "surprise" awaits you next.
As for fasting pills? Let's just keep ordering takeout!
If all else fails, compressed biscuits might be more reliable than those charcoal pellets!
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