Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

What does it mean to finally come again, making me seem to come here often.

"I just heard that someone is attacking people who smell good in Liyue City."

"Who am I? It turns out to be Mr. Lin."

Ying'er looked at Lin Zhibei with winking eyes, as if she was taking off Lin Zhibei's clothes with her eyes.

It made Lin Zhibei feel like he was completely seen through.

"Start? How do you say that we seem to be dangerous people!"

After listening to little Paimon's words, Ying'er covered her mouth with a light smile and said:

"Hehehehe, don't worry, I know why you are here."

"Do you want me to help make the balm?"

Yingmei nodded, looking very cute, "That's right, we want to use these three kinds of neon clothes...

"I see, I'll help you."

It is obviously a very common word, but when it comes out of Yinger's mouth, it feels like it can't be said.

As expected of a woman who almost changed the rating of the game by herself.

"Here, you want to be my assistant." Ying'er pointed at Yingmei, and Yingmei pointed at herself

"I?"

"That's right, during the time of making the balm, you have to focus on me alone."

"Okay...but let me tell you first, I don't have much experience."

"It's okay, everyone has a first time."

Lin Zhibei who was next to him felt blushing and heart beating when he heard it.

What a bad dialogue.

Lin Zhibei hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, let's go to Wanmintang to borrow Master Mao's stove for a while.

Wanmintang greeted Master Mao, and the three of them borrowed the unused stove behind.

"Little girl, are you ready to take responsibility for me?"

"Responsible?"

Pai Meng didn't understand, Yingmei half understood and half didn't understand, Lin Zhibei understood, but dared not say it.

"I mean, take on the responsibilities of an assistant."

Ying'er looked at Lin Zhibei with winking eyes, "Someone seems to have misunderstood."

"Cough cough cough." Lin Zhibei coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

"Okay, now please help fetch a bucket of water, dry burning can't make balm.

Lin Zhibei was worried that he would have nowhere to save face later.

Is it not easy to ask for water?

Lin Zhibei: "I have a lot of water, I'll come!".

Chapter 140 Five This Is Not the Car to Kindergarten! (seeking subscription)

Lin Zhibei volunteered, his first God's Eye was the Water God's Eye.

There's no need for Yingmei to fetch water herself.

While speaking, I saw the blue light flickering in Lin Zhibei's hand, and the bubbling water flowed out of nowhere from Lin Zhibei's fingertips into the small cauldron on the stove.

"Oh, it's convenient to have the eyes of God."

Che Shen Ying'er said with emotion, not knowing whether it was envy or yin and yang.

"Since there is water, let's wait for the water to boil."

"During this period, we have to crush the neon flowers into a paste, otherwise we can't cook and extract the balm."

Ying'er's voice is very pleasant, almost as if she is massaging her ears.

Taking the mortar and pestle from the side, Yinger instructed Yingmei how to do it.

"Add some neon flowers first."

Yingmei followed suit.

"The method of making balm is quite different from the method of alchemy."

As she spoke, Ying'er put her hand on Yingmei's little hand holding Shichu.

"Shall I teach you by hand?"

Yingmei swallowed and nodded.

I have to admire Ms. Yinger's ability to make the same sex look like this. O Yinger held Yingmei's hand and began to stir in an even rhythm.

Lin Zhibei beside him couldn't help swallowing.

Che Shenyinger, it's time to drive!

Only Ying'er whispered into Yingmei's ear:

"Like this, hold the stone pestle gently... gently."

"You should also pay attention to the tightness of the palm, so that it is not easy to slip."

Yingmei followed Yinger's teachings and slowly polished the colorful flowers in the bowl.

"Then stir it with your most convenient rhythm... until you squeeze out the juice of the neon flower little by little."

Lin Zhibei was listening beside him, only to feel that his face was covered with wheel marks.

When the juice of the petals filled the air and the bottom of the stone pestle was completely wet, Yinger let go of her hand, as if to remind:

"Okay, now we have to speed up, the usual speed can no longer squeeze out the juice from this neon flower'II." Yingmei listened, and added a trace of wind element force to her hand, and began to speed up the pounding. speed.

Sure enough, there were almost no water out of the neon clothes flower fragments, and more juice was squeezed out again.

"It's really effective..." This made Lin Zhibei, who was watching from the side, a little dazed.

in short.

After some hard work, Yingmei finally squeezed out all the juice of the Nishanghua.

Ying'er took out her handkerchief, wiped the fine beads of sweat on Yingmei's forehead, and then gently guided the next step:

"Okay, pour all the juice of this neon flower into it."

Yingmei nodded, and put the grinding bowl beside the small cauldron.

The dripping and fragrant juice of the neon clothes was poured into the small cauldron that had already boiled away.

"The next thing to do is to keep stirring."

"Ten strokes are a cycle, nine strokes are clear and shallow, and one stroke is deep, understand?"

"Only in this way can the balm be condensed into the most fragrant and mellow."

Lin Zhibei:? ? ?

Ying'er glanced at Lin Zhibei and noticed the strangeness on his face.

"Oh, why does it seem that someone misunderstood me?"

"No." Lin Zhibei hastily denied.

There is no silver 300 taels here.

"But I didn't say you misunderstood, Mr. Lin."

Paimeng and Yingmei at the side also cast strange glances at Lin Zhibei.

"Uh... hurry up and do your work, I'll go out and relax."

Lin Zhibei was talking, and slipped out of the back kitchen of Wanmin Hall, looking quite embarrassed.

Even he didn't expect that Miss Ying'er broke his defense after he had been in Tivat for many years.

This method of refining ancient balm really opened Lin Zhibei's eyes.

As the time passed, Lin Zhibei stood outside the Wanmin Hall as punishment, and it seemed to be a living sign of the Wanmin Hall.

"Isn't this Mr. Lin?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Lin came to Wanmin Hall for dinner again."

Lin Zhibei - deal with it.

Finally, it's done inside.

Miss Ying'er poked her head out and waved to Lin Zhibei, "Mr. Lin, we're done, you can come in and check the results." Lin Zhibei stepped into the Wanmin Hall, feeling the fragrance pervading.

"This taste..."

It is sweet, warm, and mixed with a hint of charm.

When he came to the place where the ointment was originally refined, he saw that all three ointments had been filled.

Miss Ying'er still had that charming expression, "Here, the three balms have been made."

Then he looked at Lin Zhibei with interesting eyes, "Do you need me to introduce the usage for you?"

"It's convenient for you to prescribe the right medicine..."

Even the academic vocabulary of prescribing the right medicine has become weird in Yinger's mouth.

"??? Prescribe the right medicine...Prescribe the medicine..." Lin Zhibei muttered to himself.

Among the three tortured by Yinger here, little Paimeng may have the purest mind.

"Okay, okay, Paimon wants to listen."

Ying'er picked up the first bottle of balm with a smile on her face, "This first balm is the most popular among little girls. It's a sweet and dreamy smell."

Punishment, indeed a bit of punishment.

"The second type smells rich and powerful, so it's the favorite of rich ladies."

In short, rich women, hungry, eat rice.

"As for the last one, the fragrance is soft and soft, extremely long, like a dark sky, hazy twilight, mature big sisters are very partial to this one."

Mature big sister... Lisa?

But Miss Lisa is now much younger with the help of that bottle of potion.

"Okay, remember the corresponding smells of these three balms (good Zhao), and don't use them wrong."

Yingmei nodded.

But Miss Ying'er looked at Lin Zhibei as if she hadn't finished speaking, "Let me give you one last word."

I don't know if it was for the three of them or for Lin Zhibei.

"If you want to step on three boats, you must think about which foot to lift first..."

Lin Zhibei listened, looking thoughtful.

Are you riding three boats...

Wait, how can two legs ride three boats?

You have to have three legs!

Just when Lin Zhibei was thinking wildly.

The real beneficiary of the balm, Zhong Li, code-named "Three Boats", came over after finishing his work.

"How are you getting ready?"

"If the ointment is ready, we can go to the statue of the Seven Heavens to try the fragrance."

Lin Zhibei, who knew the plot, felt a little numb when he heard this.

Mature big sister Zhongli is ready to go online.