Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Jianwu explained, "This is a pot specifically for hot pot, but Consort Qi doesn't have one, so we can only make do with any pot we find."

"So what's so special about this hot pot?" Mo Ye racked his brains to come up with a question in order to have more to say to Yang Jianwu.

Yang Jianwu was very patient with the details of the business. Pointing to the copper pot, she said, "The copper pot is heated by charcoal. Meat cooked in this kind of copper pot is tender and delicious, and vegetables are even more refreshing. The copper hot pot conducts heat very quickly and evenly, and it doesn't have a metallic taste."

Pointing to the yin-yang hot pot, she continued, "The special feature of the yin-yang hot pot is that it combines two soup bases in one pot. There is a partition in the pot that divides the soup base into red soup and white soup. It can satisfy people who like spicy food and those who don't, or those who prefer salty food and those who prefer mild food. Yesterday at Consort Qi's place, we used two pots. If we have this yin-yang hot pot, we only need one."

"As for the nine-compartment hot pot, it's used to cook different ingredients. Using a nine-compartment hot pot allows you to cook each ingredient separately according to its cooking temperature."

Mo Ye originally wanted to find topics to chat with Xiao Wu'er, but he didn't expect that there was so much to say about hot pot, just the pot itself. Xiao Wu'er really knows a lot.

Once the pots are ready, the hot pot restaurant can open for business. As for the cream used in the desserts, should they whip it manually or should they copy Yunzhi's whipping machine? Yang Jianwu thought that since she wasn't very familiar with these two, she shouldn't show them everything. Let them suffer a little first, so they'll know how hard it is to get cream.

After the discussion, Yang Jianwu was about to return to the palace. Mo Ye offered to see her off, but Yang Jianwu politely declined. There were many people and many eyes in the capital, and she didn't want to leave any reason for gossip.

Back in the palace, Yang Jianwu continued to treat Consort Qi with acupuncture, and the treatment ended in the evening.

"Sword Dance, what do you think I've been doing in this world for over ten years?" Qi Fei ate the durian that Yang Jianwu had exchanged from her spatial dimension, sat at the kitchen doorway, and chatted with Yang Jianwu while watching her prepare dinner.

Yang Jianwu, with cotton stuffed in her nose, was very unhappy to pay attention to Qifei. She thought, "If you like durian, go eat it somewhere else! Why do you have to keep making me smell like this? And why do you both have to smell the same?"

"For my sake, of course," Yang Jianwu replied narcissistically.

Qifei pouted, "If it's for you, why didn't I see you first? If I had met you sooner, I would be a prominent figure now."

Yang Jianwu placed the prepared meat aside and began chopping vegetables. "You're quite the star now. Though you're in the cold palace, your heart is firmly locked with Emperor Dongli. All the women in the palace are jealous of you."

"He was deliberately trying to disgust me. If I had known he was the emperor, I would have run far away the moment I saw him. But fate is cruel. By the time I found out he was the emperor, I was already pregnant with Mo Yu. What's most hateful is that he sent someone to sever my Achilles tendons. The more I liked him then, the more I hate him now." Qi Fei gritted her teeth as she described the unpleasant things.

Yang Jianwu chuckled and teased, "What can you do when someone can't help themselves?"

Qi Fei wasn't embarrassed at all, and even looked proud, "We don't know what tomorrow will bring. I'm not a conservative woman of this era. If I meet someone I like, I'll go for it. Living for the moment is my style."

Yang Jianwu chuckled, "So you ended up in your own palace while you were traveling."

Consort Qi feigned a coquettish reproach and said, "How annoying!"

Yang Jianwu thought of the things in Qifei's space, "If you hadn't entered the palace, you would probably have written a story about a peasant girl transforming into a tyrant of Dongli."

Qifei was taken aback. "I'm supposed to be an embodiment of justice, but in your mouth I sound like a hooligan."

Yang Jianwu chuckled and said, "Many dynastic changes in history were caused by corrupt monarchs and righteous people rising up to overthrow the old dynasty. With firearms in your hands, wouldn't you look like a rogue?"

Qifei shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, I just wanted to be a carefree person and didn't intend for firearms to appear in this time and space. Now it's even worse, they're completely unusable."

"If your red jade inlaid with silver bracelet became ineffective because of an injury, why can't you continue to use it after you recover?" Yang Jianwu was also puzzled as to why Qifei's personal space had lost its function.

Qifei thought for a while but couldn't figure out the reason. She shook her head and said, "I don't know. I'm also puzzled by this question, but it's not important now. I'll give you this bracelet. You won't need it after I leave. I'll leave it as a keepsake." After saying that, she took off the bracelet and walked to Yang Jianwu to put it on her wrist.

Yang Jianwu looked at him with disgust, took a deep breath, and said, "Couldn't you have washed your hands before putting this on me? It smells like durian... and it's all sticky..."

Qi Fei then noticed the two wads of cotton in Yang Jianwu's nostrils, as if she had discovered a new continent, "Ah, so you don't like durian!"

Yang Jianwu looked at Qifei as if she were an idiot. "What's so strange about this... Don't be so dramatic. Also, just tell me what you want to eat these next few days. Once your plan is implemented, we probably won't have many chances to meet."

Qifei stepped forward, taking Yang Jianwu's arm with one hand and tugging at her sleeve with the other. "My dear, don't be so sad. We'll meet again someday, and the future is full of promise."

Yang Jianwu's forehead veins bulged, and Qifei, sensing the tense atmosphere, turned and ran away.

"Luo Qi, are you doing this on purpose?!" Yang Jianwu roared and ignored the vegetables on the cutting board, chasing after Qifei out of the kitchen. This person was so annoying, she was covered in the smell of durian... Ugh, it stinks.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." Yang Jianwu caught up with Qifei and tickled her, while Qifei dodged and begged for mercy.

After playing around for a while, Yang Jianwu went back to her room to change her clothes and continued making dinner. It was a quiet evening, and the two enjoyed their dinner without being disturbed.

The following day, Mo Yu came to visit Consort Qi, but actually wanted to see Wu'er. Yang Jianwu had made it clear to Mo Yu more than once that the two of them could not be together, but Mo Yu still clung to his illusions, always believing that Wu'er was angry with him.

Yang Jianwu was speechless and ran away in front of Qifei, not wanting to talk to someone who couldn't think straight.

Seeing her son's dejected expression, Consort Qi felt both angry and heartbroken. Princes in the palace were raised in the Prince's Residence from birth, rarely seeing each other. Unable to discipline her son, she had raised him to be a true royal. She couldn't bring herself to beg Jianwu to take him in. She had spoken to him many times, but he wouldn't listen. So she decided to let him be. She would be leaving soon, and as long as he wasn't cruel, whether he was rich or poor, happy or sad, she would never appear again.