How to become a mermaid

Chapter 57 Luminous Cooking (Big Mistake)
The high-speed spinning water polo in Planck's hand reminded Shamanlell of the molecular cooking videos he had seen before.

Of the ten molecular cooking videos, at least half of them use centrifuges, and the other half use wall breaking machines.

The principle of centrifugation is actually very simple, that is, there will be various particles in a mass of paste, and after they are left to stand, the heavy particles with high density will sink, and the light particles with low density will float up.

But in many cases, these small particles are too small to be separated by gravity alone, so it needs to be rotated, and huge centrifugal force is used to force them to quickly stratify.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." With a slight sound, the water polo in Planck's hand has already turned into a flower.

After about 2 minutes, the water polo gradually stopped turning.

Shamanleir saw obvious stratification in the glass tube. The bottom was a dark red precipitate, and the upper layer was a little reddish clear liquid.

Seeing that it was turning well, Planck put away the water polo and removed the two glass tubes from the disk.

"Boom..." He took a small glass bottle from the table, put it in front of him, and carefully poured the clear liquid at the top of the glass tube into the glass bottle.

After pouring everything, Planck raised the glass bottle in his hand to observe carefully under the light.

A miraculous phenomenon happened. The light red liquid, which was originally ordinary in the dark, emitted a charming rainbow light after being illuminated by the light, as if a rainbow had been put into a bottle.

After shaking the glass bottle in his hand twice, looking at the halo on the bottle, a simple and honest smile appeared on Planck's face, and he even nodded, as if he was very satisfied with his work this time.

He raised the glass bottle in his hand, and said slowly to Shamanlael, "This... this... is... the potion."

"..." Shamanlael was silent.

He suddenly felt that this fantasy world was not good enough, shouldn't the potion be a lot of things added, they will be magically mixed together, and then miraculously automatically turn into a tube of potion?

It's not magical at all why your potion needs to centrifuge itself!
"Is that all right?" Samantel asked.

Hearing his question, Plank blinked his round eyes twice, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he dug out a jar from under the medicine cabinet, squeezed out a handful of tiny white particles,
"What is this?" Samantel asked curiously.

"Sprinkle...a little...salt, the taste...will be...better...better!" Plank smiled, rubbed his fingers twice, and sprinkled the contents of his hand into the potion bottle.

Hearing that it was salt, the corners of Shamanlael's mouth twitched.

What the hell is salt?

Which potion will sprinkle salt?
Planck not only sprinkled salt, he also smiled and said to Shaman Lair: "There are...pharmacists...will...add...sugar, but...I...prefer...like...to...add...salt! "

Hearing this answer, Shamanlael was silent again, and he felt that his illusion about potions was shattered.

After a while, he asked Planck: "I saw it glow just now, is it only this potion that glows, or all potions?"

"All...should...glow...glow! No...glow...glow...potion...no...it's...good...potion!" Plank pointed to the potion bottle and said with a serious expression.

Hearing this sentence, Shamanlell's filter for potions was only a little bit reassembled.

That is to say, how can ordinary molecular cuisine shine!Potions are indeed magical things!

"Can I often come to see you making potions in the future?" Shamanlael asked.

Hearing this sentence, Plank touched his chin, which was so round that it was almost connected to his neck, and after thinking for a while, he said:
"If...you...want...to...learn...actually...I...could...teach you, but...yes...you...didn't...master...the...whirlpool, do...no... Understand!"

"It's okay, I can do it!" Shamanleer nodded firmly.

Although he doesn't know the skill [Vortex], a mere centrifuge won't trouble him, as long as he can make something that can spin at a high speed.

"Please, Mr. Planck!" Shaman Lear lay on his stomach in the fish tank, looking at Planck earnestly.

Seeing Shamanleir lying in the water and looking at him expectantly, Plank felt a little cute, and a "kind" smile gradually appeared on his face.

It's very wrong for Moni to do this, but... the mermaid is really good-looking.

Plank was a little shy under the ardent stare of Shaman Lair, he scratched the hair on his head, and said slowly: "Then...well...well, I...after...before...potting...before... They will...remind...wake...you."

"Great!" As soon as Planck agreed, Shamanlaer was so happy that he turned twice in the water.

"Thank you, Mr. Plank! I will definitely come on time in the future!" Shamanlaer said excitedly.

"Hooh~hooh~" Planck let out a laugh.

He bent down and fumbled under the table where he dispensed medicine, as if looking for something.

Not long after, he walked up to Shamanlell with a few notebooks.

"These... pens... notebooks are all... written by... myself. Oil...paper...leaf...paper, they...are...waterproof...and also...fireproof, that is ...you can...see in...the water..." Planck said.

Samantel looked down at the notebook in Planck's hand, and only saw the first text written on it: "Notes on Identifying Common Potion Materials".

The thickness of this notebook is astonishing, and Shamanleer feels that it is as wide as half of his own palm.

And there are several notebooks of similar thickness under it.

Don't look at Planck as if he was cooking, but making potions is a big science.

"I... let... Moni... pass... to... you." Plank said to Shamanlell, holding the notebook.

Shamanel's fish tank is semi-enclosed. Except for an entrance in Moni's room and a water outlet that I don't know where, there is no other channel to communicate with the outside world. Planck wants to give Shaman a Manlier can only send things through Moni's hands.

"Aren't you worried that Moni will learn something secretly?" Shamanlael asked.

"Hooh~hooh~" Hearing what Shamanlear said, Plank laughed.

"Money, I... myself...is...the...pharmacist...before...I...be...before...the...ship...was...he...prepared...prepared...the potion for..."

"Although...he...has...not...I...might...but...these...basic...basic...things, he...don't...need...need." When he was alone, Planck raised his head proudly.

Shamanlael didn't expect Moni to prepare potions, scratched his head a little shyly, and said, "Then thank you, Mr. Plank! I will definitely look at it carefully!"

"Ah."

Plank nodded and went to find Mooney with his notebook.

(End of this chapter)