How to become a mermaid

Chapter 128 Shaman Lair's First Attempt to Concoct Potion

While Plank was talking to Shaman Lair, the bubbling fish cakes in his pot... oh no, it was a whale casserole.

A smelly and foul smell came out, which made Planck ignore the issue of whether to send the pot or not, and jumped up and down to save the contents of his pot.

"Do you want me to help you!" Shamanlael saw that the thing was mushy, and he didn't care about the smell, and pushed his wheelchair creakingly, wanting to help.

"It's okay, don't... use... to come here, it's... it's... it's... anyway... it's... the... material... material of... Moni... I... don't... feel...pain." Plank stood In front of the big iron pot, he stretched out his hand to stop Shaman Lair from approaching.

Seeing that the potion had failed and could not be saved, he didn't feel anxious all of a sudden, but calmly turned off the fire, scooped out the black paste in the pot with a shovel, and threw it directly into the trash can.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have talked to you for so long. I'd better go first and disturb you first." Shamanleir said apologetically.

Although it is Moni's stuff, after all, Planck has cooked it for so long, it would be a waste to pour it all out.

"It's okay." Plank shook his head, cleaning up the contents of the pot while talking.

He originally wanted to wash the pot and continue cooking, however, he suddenly stopped in the middle of the action.

Plank seemed to have thought of something, and said to Shamanleir who was about to leave: "First...don't...go!"

"You... learned... from... me... this... long... magic... medicine, haven't... personally... tried... have you...?"

"Just... well, before...going..., you can...try...a...try...use...whale...fish...sand...to prepare...growth...growth...magic...medicine!"

"This...thing...except...except...raw...materials...difficult...to find...the operation...is...simple...simple...! New...hands...can...succeed...success !"

When Planck stopped him suddenly, Shamanlell was taken aback.

Hearing that he said that he would let himself try dispensing medicine himself, he was both happy and worried.

The happy thing is that he finally had the opportunity to try it himself, but the sad thing is... the shit cooker finally became himself!
"This... a... hood... I'll give it to you first!"

Plank took off the hood on his head, wiped it, and replaced the gauze and herbs used to filter the air at the bottom of the small hook, and solemnly handed it to Shamanleir.

Feeling the heavy weight of the thing in his hand, Shamanlael swallowed unconsciously.

He didn't expect that one day he would put on the Gouba hood made by himself and cook shit in the infirmary.

If I knew it earlier... I would pinch it to look better!If I had known earlier, I would not have come to Planck at this time!
To be honest, he resisted in his heart.

However, seeing Planck's encouraging eyes and thinking that he was the one who wasted a pot of medicine just now, Shamanlell closed his eyes and put it on for himself.

Seeing that Shamanleir decided to try dispensing medicine, Plank showed a gratified smile on his face, and encouraged him aloud: "I...beside...guid...you, don't...don't...worry...come on !"

"Yeah!" Shamanel nodded emphatically.

He came to the big iron pot, looked at the pile of whale sand in it, and was at a loss. He asked in a somewhat resistive voice, "How...how do I wash it? Is there a rag?"

"Hooh~hooh~" Planck let out a burst of laughter.

He knew that Samantel was very resistant to handling whale sand, but all kinds of sand were also part of potion ingredients. In order to become an excellent pharmacist, he had to break through himself and take this step bravely!
However, breaking through the self belongs to breaking through the self, and Planck didn't intend to embarrass this little fish too much.

He stretched out his hand, condensed a small water ball spinning at high speed on the palm of his hand, and said: "Don't...don't... be afraid, just...use...shovel...shovel...to shovel...those...things...that's...okay , I... will... put... swirl... vortex... wash... pot... for... you...!"

As soon as Planck said that he would help, Samantel heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the spatula and quickly started shoveling shit.

He only heard a few "chuckles" and the whale sand sticking to the surface of the pot was quickly scooped up by him, leaving only some flowing paste.

Seeing Shaman Lyle's neat movements, Plank was amazed. To become an excellent pharmacist, the first step is to master the pot and shovel proficiently.

As long as you practice the shovel to the point where you can use it as your third arm, and reach the realm of combining human and shovel, you will not be far from becoming a pharmacy master!
This little fish looks very talented!

Plank couldn't help asking: "You...you...have...practiced...stir...fried?"

Shamanleir shook his head and said modestly, "Only a little bit!"

Although it was the first time to make potions, he knew how to cook and cook. As long as he didn't think about what was in the pot, it was just a dish of cooking!
Hearing Shamanleir's words, Plank nodded and didn't pay much attention to it. He threw the water polo down, controlled the water polo to rotate and quickly cleaned the pot.

When the pot was probably cleaned, he took back control of the water polo, picked and picked from his medicine cabinet, and dug out all the raw materials for making the growth potion, and said to Shaman Lair:
"Then...well, I...we...continue...continue!"

A large fist-sized piece of whale sand was "slapped" and placed on the left hand side of Shaman Lear.

Because it is dried and processed, it looks like a bland blue stone, not a fish cake, and it does not emit any strange smell.

This made Shaman Lear heave a sigh of relief, he tried not to look at this thing, and listened carefully to Planck's explanation.

"Light...fire, then...dig...a...big...spoon...snow...frog...oil!" Planck instructed.

This snowfrog oil is a pale white, butter-like oil, which comes from a common terrestrial frog - [Snowfrog].

Different from other frogs, this white frog only moves on a large scale in winter, jumping around and devouring some small insects that appear in winter, so it is called snow frog.

According to Planck's instructions, Shamanlael breathed out a mouthful of dragon's breath to re-ignite the charcoal fire under the pot, and then dug a spoonful of oil into the pot.

With a sizzling sound, the snowfrog oil melted quickly, turning into a pool of transparent oil.

"Put...into...hand...scallion...three...roots, and...one...whole...purple...skin...garlic!"

Hand onion, a common green plant, has very thick stems, about as thick as a human finger, but not long, very short, almost as long as a human toe, so they are called them in some places Foot onions.

Purple skin garlic, a solitary garlic that is purple in color.

These two ingredients are just like their names, they are seasonings of Orstar, although they are not very common, but they are very useful. Adding a little when stewing meat has a significant effect of removing fishy smell.

As soon as these two things are added to the pot, the aroma comes out immediately.

Even though Samantel was wearing a hood, he could still smell a somewhat pungent garlic smell.

There is also a faint scent of green grass mixed in, which should be the smell of the thick onion.

Just... it smells good!

If he didn't know that he would put the fish cakes to cook later, Shamanlael would even feel a little greedy when he smelled the aroma.

　Suddenly, I found a problem. I have written two books, and neither of them has an operating officer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)