Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 71 Brother, are you cooking shit? (Seeking monthly votes)
Cooking actually requires a bit of talent!
Because this thing is practically magic.

Fresh plant carcasses! Shriveled plant carcasses!
Fresh animal carcasses! Shriveled animal carcasses!
Chop, stir, heat, and mix together!
Sometimes it may be necessary to add some soil or ore.

It's hard to say that this isn't brewing some kind of magic potion.

At this moment, Chen Baiyu felt as if he were carefully brewing a potion of magic potion.

He was simmering a pot of soup from plant corpses that were half-digested and appeared both dry and moist, and then adding crushed and mixed minerals to form spherical plant corpses.

As he stirred and the flame heated it.

The tapioca pearls in the beef offal soup were also boiling together.

The broth in the iron pot had an eerie dark green hue, much like the stagnant water that had settled deep in a swamp for thousands of years, with fine, translucent plant fibers floating on the surface.

Those were the "veins" left behind by the digested plant carcasses, appearing and disappearing in the bubbling bubbles, occasionally rising with a gurgling sound, then bursting open with a "pop," splashing out a few fishy-smelling oil droplets.

As Chen Baiyu stirred the soup with the wooden spoon, he could clearly see the cassava pearls floating in the broth: these spherical plant corpses, coated with mineral powder, were now stained dark brown by the dark green broth, and their surfaces were covered with fine fibers, like stone balls dug out of the ground and covered with humus.

The mixture of several smells, when it entered the nasal cavity, made one feel as if poisonous gas billowing black smoke was about to rise from the pot in the next second.

"This pot..."

"Do you still want it?"

Chen Baiyu stared at his iron pot and fell into deep thought.

This pot works fine, but after cooking this indescribable stuff in it, it always feels like it's dirty.

However, his thoughts quickly shifted.

I started thinking about more important questions: What will I eat in the future?
Even unorthodox methods of consumption like pearl beef offal soup have emerged.

So it seems that yogurt rice noodle rolls, chocolate hot and sour soup, or even nutritional express spicy hot pot are all possible next.

It might even be worse than that.

This makes one fall silent.

Silence solves nothing, it only wastes time.

Meanwhile, the beef offal soup in the pot gradually changed color in silence. Knowing that it was almost ready, Chen Baiyu turned the heat down a bit.

No further intervention is needed.

Simply simmer over low heat for a few more minutes.

Chen Baiyu closed the lid and then took out his phone to look at it.

Chen Baiyu swiped her finger across the screen to open her WeChat Moments, only to find it filled with food reviews and travel photos, which made her even more upset.

Other people's kitchens are kitchens, but his is more like a "spellmaking site." Especially when he thinks about having to hold his nose and drink that pot of dark green "potion," his temples throb.

He scrolled down helplessly.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Xi's new post.

The accompanying image is of a music player interface, playing a new song released by Gege after his recent seclusion.

The caption reads: "[My brother's new music is so good! I always said he sang well and was handsome, but you all said my mom flew away.]"

Chen Baiyu didn't think much of it.

The fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a few words in reply: "[Return permitted!]", and even added a dog emoji.

It's only been a few seconds since I clicked send.

Lin Xi immediately replied with a "?" in the comments section.

Seeing this reply, Chen Baiyu did not reply again.

However, I immediately felt much better.

He put away his phone, walked to the stove, and lifted the lid. The soup in the pot was still bubbling gently, a dark green with a hint of dark brown.

A stronger odor than before seeped out through the crack.

It was the bitterness of herbs and plants, the slight fishiness of fermentation, mixed with the faint sweet potato aroma emanating from the pearls after they had soaked up the broth. The three flavors intertwined and seemed to be amplified several times by his "extraordinary sense of smell," drilling straight into his nasal cavity.

He instinctively took half a step back.

His brows furrowed even more deeply.

Clearly, he lacked experience in processing this "Marrow of a Hundred Herbs." He hadn't filtered it thoroughly enough, leaving a faint, lingering fishy and foul odor that made it even more recognizable. He was just about to make the difficult decision to scoop it out.

Then came a few urgent knocks on the front door, followed by the voice of Jiang Haochen, the son of Aunt Zhang next door: "Brother, are you cooking poop? This smells a bit pungent."

He speaks his mind.

Chen Baiyu, who had just dipped the spoon into the pot, paused at that moment, and the amused expression on his face, which had just been teasing Lin Xi, froze on the spot.

This kid...

Which pot does not open which pot.

I've tried my best to stop thinking about that word.

But Jiang Haochen still revealed this fact.

Niu Bie Tang (cow dung soup) is a traditional delicacy in southeastern Guizhou and other regions. Its preparation involves multiple steps of cleaning and removing impurities, followed by high-temperature boiling to sterilize it. Its nutritional value and safety are based on traditional processing techniques and are clearly distinct from feces.

Chen Baiyu understands everything and knows it's a local tradition, but she just can't quite accept it psychologically.
After all, cow bile comes from the cow's first stomach, which contains half-digested grass and digestive juices; while feces come from the end of the cow's intestines, which is waste excreted after complete digestion.

Although they are not the same thing.

But in essence, even if cow dung isn't considered excrement, it's not far from it. If this half-digested fodder is digested a couple more times, it'll be practically excrement.

He didn't want to think about that kind of thing.

But now, it has still been pointed out.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu put down the spoon and opened the door without hesitation.

Grabbing Jiang Haochen's hand, she swiftly entered the open door next door and said to Aunt Zhang, who was watching TV on the sofa, "Aunt Zhang, I'm taking Haochen to my place for a late-night snack."

"Okay."

Aunt Zhang didn't even turn her head, staring at the TV with her back to Chen Baiyu as she directly agreed.

Chen Baiyu revealed a smug smile.

With a force that Jiang Haochen could not resist, she covered his mouth so he could not say anything, and then she firmly restrained him, who had a completely bewildered expression, and pulled him out of the room.

They thoughtfully closed Aunt Zhang's door.

Then he immediately locked his front door tightly from the inside.

Then, she easily held Jiang Haochen with one hand to prevent him from running around, and with the other hand, she quickly and deftly ladled out two bowls of pearl beef offal soup and placed them on the table.

The whole process was quite swift, clearly out of fear that this fellow who could be martyred alongside them might slip away.

in this process.

Jiang Haochen had considered rebelling.

But he found that Brother Chen's arms and wrists were like steel bars that were fixed in place. Although he was not hurt, he could not break free no matter what he did.

They could only wear expressions that went from confusion to shock, then to fear, and finally to despair.

Chen Baiyu served out two bowls of bizarre-looking and smelling dishes, placed one in front of him, and gave him a look that said, "You're not leaving until you drink this."

Chen Baiyu, however, looked at the pitiful, weak, and helpless Jiang Haochen and revealed a sinister smile.

He suddenly felt.

Maybe drinking this stuff isn't so bad after all.

"Come, let us embark together on the Great Way!"

Having said that, he raised the soup bowl in his hand.

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