"I'll go wash the pot." The fat white man held the demon wooden tripod and walked towards the kitchen.

He thought about it and felt blasphemy when he used the magical artifact elixir to make porridge, so he would wash it clean quickly so as not to be punished by God.

"Wait, I haven't finished it yet." Gu Fenghua said.

"It's just because it's over." said the fat white man. No matter how delicious the food is, it won't be too cherished if it's done by me.

"It's a waste to pour it, give it to me, I'll eat it slowly later." Gu Fenghua said.

"You can still eat?" The fat white men and others looked at Gu Fenghua in surprise. Generally speaking, they would not eat too much breakfast, so they would not affect their cultivation. However, the taste of Baifang Qingxin Porridge is so good, so they couldn't help but eat twelve points, and Gu Fenghua was no exception. It was hard to imagine how she could still eat.

"I am practicing the art of refining weapons, which is a bit exhausting and easy to get hungry," Gu Fenghua explained.

"With such abundant spiritual energy in the world, you don't practice it wholeheartedly, and you actually practice the art of refining weapons?" Xie Youran and Fang Tianyou both looked at Gu Fenghua in surprise. Not to mention the two of them, even Luo Enen, who knows Gu Fenghua's nature, is a little confused. In their impression, Gu Fenghua should not be such a person who loses the big picture due to the small.

"Well, I suddenly had some insights. Maybe I would give you a small surprise." Gu Fenghua blinked mischievously. If she had changed her past, she would have been too lazy to hide it. But now she knows the origin of Gui Yezi, and is afraid that if she accidentally lets her mouth go, she can't say more.

Although I don’t know what the surprise Gu Fenghua said was, seeing her naughty expression, Luo Enen and others knew that her actions would make sense, so they stopped asking.

"If you have nothing to do, go back to practice." Gu Fenghua put away the demon wood cauldron and returned to the room.

"Senior Gui Yezi, are you awake?" After closing the door, Gu Fenghua took out the demon wood cauldron again, lowered his voice, and called out a lengthened tone.

"What's the matter?" To be honest, Gui Yezi really didn't want to pay attention to Gu Fenghua, but for some reason, he responded in a strange way, as if he had been looking forward to something.

"Thank you for a long time, drink some porridge. It can cure the fire, nourish the liver, clear the mind and improve the eyes, and is also of great benefit to practice." Gu Fenghua said. This is true. The fat white man's cooking skills are becoming more and more exquisite, and the medicinal food carefully cooked is indeed of great benefit to practice.

"No drink." Gui Yezi has been persisting for so long, so of course he won't admit defeat easily.

"Don't you really want to drink it? Well, I'll pour it. What a pity. This Baifang Qingxin porridge is carefully matched with hundreds of herbs, and the white jade fragrant rice specialty of Xinghua. I won't talk about the herb formula. The fragrant rice alone can only grow by the Qibu Stream between the mountains and ridges in the southern Xinghua Kingdom.

Most of the Qibu Creek is hidden underground, and less than half a mile of the ground is exposed. The name of Qibu is also derived from this. This white jade fragrant corn blooms in three years, bears ears in three years, and matures for another three years. It takes more than ten years to harvest one season. In the past ten years, wind, rain, birds, insects and insects are inevitable. If you are not lucky, you may not have any harvest.

Do you know why such precious white jade fragrant corn has not been listed as a royal tribute? I am afraid that His Majesty the Emperor will eat it easily and want it every meal. If there is no grain at that time, what can I pay the imperial tribute?

The fat man didn't know where he got more than ten kilograms of white jade fragrant rice, but it probably wouldn't be so easy to find it again. In short, I'll drink this Baifang Qingxin porridge once and once. If I miss it, I may never think about drinking it again in my life." Gu Fenghua sighed, and served a bowl of rice porridge again, and the taste became more delicate.
Chapter completed!