Chapter 30: Medicinal Cuisine to Treat Illness

The entire cooking process could be described as smooth and flowing.

This left Wei Ming and the other three completely dumbfounded, never having imagined that Du En's culinary skills were already so advanced.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ning Caize's coughing sound startled them back to their senses.

Du En had already picked up the pot of porridge and walked into the room, leaving the four of them staring at each other in place.

Their hearts were itching; they wanted to look again, wanted to get closer to see what that pot of stewed owl looked like now.

However, looking at one another, in the end, they still stood silently rooted to the spot.

"... Makes sense."

By the time he finished drinking it, Ning Caize's belly was bulging, and he felt as if his mouth and esophagus had been scalded cooked.

This life really had more and more to look forward to!

Because they knew the preciousness of this stuff, even with thick skin, they didn't dare to ask for it directly.

These carrion-eating birds had not yet sensed the impending danger before they saw the four men charging over like wolves and tigers.

After a wonderful, satisfying meal, this year also came to an end.

The night passed, and the day arrived.

Work hard on cultivation!

As the new year began, he continued his diligent cultivation as always.

Du En silently stepped back a few paces, observed his condition, and nodded to reach a conclusion: "This way, you can at least recover eighty or ninety percent; the remaining little problems will have to be polished away by yourself."

Old underlying illnesses combined with new lingering ailments resulted in this.

"Stop grinning foolishly; we still need to find medicinal herbs."

This state of affairs could explain why he had caught up from behind, why his current cultivation base already surpassed his own, and why he could help him purge a portion of the cold miasma that had entered his body.

The conversation in the room just now had not been concealed, so they naturally had heard it.

"What else is there?"

But immediately, Du En spoke bluntly again: "Of course, if you want to eat this in the future, you will have to do it yourselves. I will only provide brief guidance from the side. Also, go take a bath now."

"You really talk too much; say less, your mouth is like it's been consecrated."

"Boss, help!"

Du En didn't mind, nodding as he said: "Today is New Year's Eve. I specifically caught a fat one, must be over thirty catties; consider it our New Year's Eve dinner."

"Haha, that, Boss Du, could you, cough..."

They were fidgety and very embarrassed.

Everyone cheered "Long live."

The few who put down their shovels turned their gazes in unison, staring straight at the strange owls.

Catch the big owls, cook the big owls!

Light sand flew, chickens scattered and dogs barked.

You're just leaving like this?

Ning Caize was stunned, and enduring all sorts of numbing pain, he said: "Wait, *hiccup*—"

"Hiss! Oh no, that memory I was about to forget, it's back again!"

Seeing that Ning Caize was already relieved and had no questions, Du En truly turned and left.

The original coveters were now being coveted in return.

That was spirit cuisine!

Therefore, the remaining nearly twenty catties of pure meat, along with the soup and medicinal dregs, all ended up in Du En's stomach.

Looking at Du En's usual indifference, Ning Caize only felt a stiff, bitter smile, his heart filled with great astonishment.

Then, clutching his bulging, feverish belly, he hurried back to his own room.

Self-pitying, he watched Du En walk in and continued: "I've caused you trouble again this time. No need to go to the trouble of buying any medicinal pills; this time the illness has entered the meridians, and even if I barely recover, I'll be a cripple. Instead of wasting spirit stones on me and exposing your wealth, it's better to keep them for yourself. Just don't bury me in that patch of land. Also, during the holidays, give me..."

Du En saw this scene and did not find it strange.

This was a matter of course.

After quite a commotion, the four of them, each carrying an old or weak strange owl, looked at each other's disheveled state and shared a knowing smile.

"Boss, what grade is this spirit cuisine?"

"Sigh~ happy too early, blind joy for half the game, now it's fine, I've brought this suffering upon myself..."

After that, it was a foul-smelling mess.

However, drink more miasma-repelling water and practice more circulation; it should be fine in a few days.

They ate very heartily; each person only ate one bowl, about half a catty.

The sky had been early, but after the recent commotion, the sun was already setting.

"Ugh~ the taste is so strange!"

Listening to his rambling, Du En didn't answer at all; he walked straight over, pinched his mouth to interrupt his words, and amidst his stunned gaze, poured the freshly boiled, piping hot medicinal porridge into his mouth.

With free spirit cuisine to eat, wouldn't the future be ready to take off!

What is meant by "Mm"?

They hurriedly followed suit, and in the end, everyone returned fully loaded.

Du En's attitude was indifferent; he only ensured he wouldn't choke and did not stop the action of pouring the porridge.

"Cough! Just, did you really whip it up? Spirit cuisine?"

"Mm."

On the first day of the new year, the low-level cultivators in the shanty area still had to continue their toil.

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Because Du En had not been avoiding anyone here and had started tinkering with the spirit meal right under their noses, being able to produce results in such a short time was indeed worthy of being called good comprehension.

For them, they could not eat too much of a Rank 1 mid-grade spirit meal, as it was very easy to get stuffed.

Although he had actually vaguely sensed it, when it was truly confirmed, he would still be shocked.

According to rumors, only the stewards had the leisure to tinker, and only they could tinker with something that had any real merit!

It was simply not something that laborers at the bottom like them could touch, so couldn't you show me some kind of smug or different expression?

Watching his current conflicted and shocked expression, Du En paused for a moment and said indifferently, "Perhaps it is because I have good comprehension."

There is no need to worry about Old Ning; just looking at the boss's performance earlier, one can tell it is very stable!

Inside the room.

These soups were now filled with mud and filth, making his eyes look miserable.

Ning Caize only managed to squeeze out these three words.

Ning Caize coughed himself awake at this moment, and it took a long while before he could barely calm down; he looked even more aged, his face deathly pale, and the Spirit-Expelling Soup he had been forced to drink earlier had all been coughed up just now.

Raising his eyes to look, he saw four pairs of eyes full of curiosity.

As for the corpse burial work, the number of corpses today decreased again to only thirty-something, so even with one person missing, it was finished very quickly.

Once it entered the belly, it became pungent and hot, spreading out to begin a tug-of-war with the residual water-yin cold spirits, and it quickly overwhelmed the rootless opponent.

Ning Caize stuck out his scorching hot belly, continuously sucking in hot air; his entire face turned bright red, and he broke out in a heavy sweat, with some filth mixed inside.

"Awesome, Boss!"

"Cough, cough, cough... you bastards, take it easy! Cough, cough, cough..."

Du En, having fished in troubled waters, had already managed to get his hands on a full-sized owl and offered a reminder at this moment.

However, the people acting in obedience did not yet realize the difficulty contained within, so they were currently only blindly excited and happy.

"Which kind are you talking about?"

"Wait, hot, cough, oh, heat..." Ning Caize kept emitting short syllables.

He had been prepared long ago.

Returned to the courtyard.

"Hiss! It actually still needs to be divided!?"

"Filth~"

The group lined up to bathe, and facing the stewed strange owl, they no longer had any resistance in their hearts; they let Du En divide the bowls and decisively dug in.

However, the meal power of this Rank 1 low-grade medicinal porridge was more than sufficient for him.

"Hiss~"

Ning Caize was left at home to recuperate; unlike Du En who could work the next day after being injured, he was still very weak now, coughing and gasping at the slightest movement.

As expected, their first attempts all ended in failure.

Amidst the noise and clamor, Du En only calmly stewed his own owl.

(End of this chapter)