The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 244 The Legendary Kitchen Killer!
Xin Lin had memorized the "Mysterious Pharmacopoeia" by heart.

It was the first time for Xin Lin to read this "Delicacy and Hundred Flavors".

Being too lazy to read is one, being angry is the second, and feeling useless is the most important thing.

Back then, Xin Lin was a miscellaneous female soldier king with a lot of skills, but after arriving in Longteng, she had to start from scratch.

To learn martial arts and practice spirituality, one has to fight wits and courage with others from time to time.

Practicing "Yi Jin Jing" can increase Fuxi's spirit, practicing ghost fist can beat people, spiritual skills can escape life, but food is the only thing that can be used by magic horses?

After she got the amazing book "Ling Delicacy and Hundred Flavors", she didn't even have the desire to turn it over.

But tonight she was bored, so she reluctantly read it.

"Ling Delicacy and Hundred Flavors", as the name suggests, records a hundred dishes.

Xin Lin turned to the first page, and the first recipe he saw was "Fengxi Braised Pork"

Looking at the recipe again, the ingredients are: three taels of windbreath, one catty of premium pork...

"Hey, it's actually eating spirit grass."

Xin Lin took a few glances and found that other recipes also more or less use one or two kinds of herbs and even mysterious spirit beast meat as ingredients to make various delicacies.

The records in "Ling Delicacy and Hundred Flavors" are also very detailed, even the heat and the amount of seasoning are clearly written.

Moreover, most of the processed delicacies have functions that the original materials do not have.

For example, the wind's breath grass that Xin Lin saw, although it is made of wind's breath grass, once it becomes the wind's breath braised pork, it actually has the effect of detoxification.

"Wind breath braised pork, can cure a hundred poisons!!"

Xin Lin's eyes lit up.

In the "Xuanji Pharmacopoeia", it is only recorded that Fengxicao can hypnotize, but here, it has more detoxification effect.

Xin Lin thought about what happened to Murong Ziyue earlier. After she foresaw that Murong Ziyue might be poisoned, she also thought about buying the detoxification pill.

But when she went to Zixiao Alchemy Hall to inquire, the top-grade detoxification pill needed nearly a thousand taels of silver, and it could only target one or two kinds of poisons. Xin Lin gave up the idea of ​​buying it at that time.

If Fengxi Braised Pork really works, then Jin Chen and his gang will not be afraid of cheating.

Xin Lin thought for a while, found the wind's breath grass and rushed to the dining room.

In the middle of the night, the dining room of the Shuiba Gang was silent.

Shui Ba helped hundreds of people, and the dining room was full of materials. Xin Lin quickly found pork, rice, oil and salt.

According to the ingredients on the delicacy, Xin Lin began to cook the delicacy.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Xin Lin was dumbfounded, looking at the black lump in the pot.

What is this?
What about the Fengxi Braised Pork?
Again!
Xin Lin painted a gourd again in the same way.

It's still a black lump, it's not clear whether this thing can be detoxified, but Murong Ziyue saw it, and she wouldn't eat it even if she was beaten to death.

One time, another time, when the cock crowed three times, the ingredients in the dining room were almost exhausted, and I didn't even see a ghost of that dish of braised pork with wind breath.

Xin Lin's heart was full of despair.

From the looks of it, she is the legendary kitchen killer.

"Little girl, what are you doing here?"

The sound of Ma Jingtian gasping for breath floated in from outside the door.

Yesterday's celebration banquet disappeared, and Ma was so shocked that he didn't eat all night. No, he couldn't bear the hunger in the middle of the night, so he wanted to come to the dining room to find something to eat, but he saw a messy dining room and Xin Lin was stunned.

"I'm... making supper.

Xin Lin spoke weakly.

"Making supper? Are you kidding me? You are refining poison!"

Ma Jingtian pointed to a pot of "failed products."

(End of this chapter)