I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

As we all know, most spices in the mid-16th century still had to be imported. Even China didn't introduce pepper cultivation until the 20th century; before that, it relied entirely on imports. Not to mention Japan, which even had to import raw silk from China. Pepper-based spices were something the vast majority of Japanese people during the Warring States period would never even dream of consuming. Perhaps Hakata was a better place, after all, the main source of pepper import and export in Japan was with the Nanman people there.

Next, Kikyo's three views as an ordinary woman were shattered. Of course, as a shrine maiden, she felt that the legitimacy of her profession was affirmed.

She saw a scene that could only be seen in a food anime like "The Cooking Master Boy".

[Please put one part flour (1/1) and one part water (1/1) in the container. Good, very well done. Start making (time: 10 seconds). The first level dough is made.]

Please make the first-level dough into first-level noodles (1/1). Good, very well done (time: 10 seconds)

【请将面条放入热水中（1/1），放入随意调料一份（1/1），好。做得很好。静待三分钟（0/180）总便可。】

Kikyo watched as Beidou Xinwei, like a god, poured flour into the wooden basin at home. Like a master, he poured a bucket of water into the basin without even checking the amount. Then, he quickly kneaded the dough! In the blink of an eye, a dough was ready!

After a few more breaths, Kikyo saw Beidou Xinwei pulling the dough like a ghost, turning it into thin noodles, and then randomly sprinkled a handful of unknown seasoning on it.

A smell that made Platycodon drool hit his face.

In one second, it turns from a youth campus film into a food animation.

"Come, try it." Beidou Xinwei held up a bowl of fragrant noodles. The aroma was indeed very strong. He looked at the witch in front of him, whose expression remained calm, but saliva was uncontrollably flowing from the corner of her mouth.

He laughed and said, "Come, try it and wipe your saliva."

Holding a bowl of beef-less braised beef noodles, Kikyo drooled as she looked at the noodles, then at Beidou Xinwei. Sitting at a worn-out table in a shabby room, she was filled with confusion: "How did you do that? I've never seen such cooking skills before."

"Just a novice chef. I told you I can do anything. What's written on my sign outside is basically true." Beidou Xinwei took a bite—hmm, that's the taste. It's the taste I've been eating since I was a child, a delicacy I'll never miss if I don't eat it for the rest of my life.

Kikyo stared at the bowl of noodles in her hand, unsure what to say. Beidou Xinwei's culinary skills had just been so impressive. It was hard to imagine the destructive power of a kind-hearted (or perhaps Jiegen Zhen believed so) handsome boy who was both civil and martial, proficient in medicine and cooking.

The destructive power of deliciousness is also limitless. Take a bite, and guess what? — There’s a 5% chance that one bite will yield something special!

[Ding! — Aphrodisiac Spirit (Lv.01) skill activated (5%)]

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Chapter 13: Training of the Blissful Witch

Kikyo had the most delicious meal she had ever had. This taste was something she had never imagined, not even dreamed of.

After all, having lived my entire life on radishes, pickles, and kelp slices, I'd naturally never tasted any serious seasoning. At that moment, the delight that assaulted my taste buds was indescribable. Human desires were fully aroused at that moment: the security of having a handsome young man to rely on, the happiness of being a woman with a man's love, the satisfying and satisfying sensation of my appetite.

"Hmm...!" Her usually aloof beauty was now flustered, and her clear eyes, as calm as water, began to flutter. Her cold, snow-like aura was like a frozen river, instantly breaking, melting, and flowing freely. Her red lips parted slightly, and her creamy skin gradually flushed with excitement. Then, her sculpted features began to freeze, freeze!

"Ha... ha... um..." He covered his mouth to stifle a loud gasp, his brows furrowed tightly. His expression seemed painful, but the slightly upturned corners of his mouth hinted at happiness. This mixture of pain and pleasure was pretty much the expression any normal human would have when they were happy.

Beidou Xinwei was surprised, even shocked, to see the skill prompt for [Aphrodisiac Spirit] go off. A 5% chance of activation doesn't mean you have a 5% chance of actually activating it! What's the difference between this and a single draw that resulted in a miracle? I should have bought a lottery ticket earlier.

"Hey! Hey! - Is it that serious?" However, Beidou Xinwei, who knew that the bad guy should complain first, lowered his head and calmly ate a bowl of braised beef noodles. He waited calmly for the witch beside him, whose delicate body was shaking and whose willow shoulders were constantly shaking to suppress the pleasure that was like a tide in an instant, to finish shaking.

"You!——" Just now, was that a little X blowing? She wanted to grab Beidou Xinwei's neck and strangle him to death! When in her life had Kikyo ever lost her composure like this in front of outsiders?

"what did you do to me?"

"...? I'm just feeding you my bottom?" Beidou Xinwei asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What's the problem?"

“Noodles… Noodles…” The witch’s pretty face flushed red, but seeing the calm look of the young man in front of her, she began to back off: “What did you put in the noodles? I, why do I feel… feel… did you drug it?!”

"What did I put in it? If I remember correctly, I asked you to buy the flour yesterday, and the water came from the bucket you brought back. You watched me knead the flour to make the noodles, and the only seasoning was the salt you bought. We both ate from the same pot, is there a problem?"

This is the filthiness of adults! -- You clearly did it yourself, but now you have to pretend it has nothing to do with you.

"me……"

"Are you going to eat it or not?" the young man stared at the other person's noodles with eager eyes. "If you don't want to eat it, you can eat your radish strips yourself. You might not be used to it the first time. This is the cooking technique of the Ming Dynasty imperial chef that my family learned from the Ming Dynasty."

"..." Faced with the delicious food, Kikyo hesitated for about five seconds. She cautiously took another bite, and sure enough, the aphrodisiac feeling didn't resurface. She simply felt that it was delicious... so refreshing.

"Why is it so delicious?" About two minutes later, Kikyo finished the last mouthful of soup. Contentedly, she rubbed her belly, which had been enlarged by Beidou Xinwei in front of her. After exhaling a breath of foul air, she realized how unsightly she looked. Coughing lightly to cover up her embarrassment, Kikyo said, "Obviously...Obviously, I just added a little salt. Mingguo, Mingguo's cooking skills?"

"Ah, yes. This is achieved by rapidly fermenting the dough, then immersing it in water at a specific temperature. It reacts with salt at different angles, ultimately achieving the Daliyuan effect, which creates this flavor." Beidou Xinwei said nonsensically, "If you think it's okay, then let me cook for you from now on."

"That, that's not it... I can't repay you enough..." Kikyo hesitated for a moment. It was rare that her teeth remained so white after eating something as greasy as braised beef noodles (given by the system). Even more rare was that she actually thought of repaying the favor even though she was lying flat on her back!

"It doesn't matter." If you can't pay it back in full, you can pay it back in other ways. Beidou Xinwei shook his head slightly and said nothing.

That's the Japanese way of doing things—everyone plays the role of a riddle, staring at each other with deep affection. No one points out the truth, no one explains it, until years later, everyone reminisces about it. Time passes day by day, and the relationship between the two of them changes. Before you know it, 30 years have passed.

"I'm full. If nothing else, I'll go catch up on some sleep." Beidou Xinwei pushed the dishes aside. He would rather cook than wash them! He walked towards his room: "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Um." Kikyo looked at Beidou Xinwei while clearing the dishes: "Didn't you go to Her Highness Oda Nobuhime's place yesterday? Oh, do you want me to take out the bedding?"

The two of them talk and behave like an old married couple.

"That's right, we had agreed on it. But she was assassinated midway through, and after I blocked two arrows for her, she suddenly found an excuse to run away, and I haven't even received my wages." Beidou Xinwei sighed, looking very aggrieved, like a nagging woman, a bit like Camel Xiangzi, and a bit like Xianglin Sao: "We agreed to pay her, but she didn't, and now... Sigh... How stingy, really..."

"!?" Kikyo turned around like a lion, and then realized something. She swooped down and landed in front of Beidou Xinwei. "You said you were shot?! Where?! Let me see!"

"...It doesn't look good. Forget it. Besides, the wound has already been treated, so it's not serious."

"Hurry! Let me see!" But Kikyo refused to give in, her head held high. If I say I'll strip you, I'll strip you! Plus, sleeves were easier to put on and take off in ancient times, and people didn't wear much in early summer, so she quickly ripped open Beidou Xinwei's only shirt!

Two arrow wounds were exposed.

"Ah?! This..." The arrow wound had long since healed, and now there were two bandages revealing thick bloodstains. Kikyo's distressed fingers trembled slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking: "You, are you okay?"

"Let's have a meaningful conversation. I'd have lain down long ago if I had something to do... Hiss! It does hurt a little!" Suddenly, his adult intellect took over the moral high ground and crushed it. He immediately clutched his abdomen, his expression twitching exaggeratedly. "Don't worry, I'm an excellent doctor. I won't die. But it does hurt... Let me lie down for a while... Can you lend me your knee pillow?"

"Eh?" The witch was in a panic...

"Didn't you say you wanted to repay me? Can't you even lend me your lap pillow? - Can you please pray for me while you're at it?"

"Okay, alright...if you pray, it's possible." The girl prayed.

This scene was particularly heartwarming. The girl gently placed the boy's head on her lap, caressing his dark hair. She mumbled something calmly, her expression forcing a shy composure. It was a unique Korean drama.

But Beidou Xinwei was resting his head on the other's knees, thinking only about the Japanese drama.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Beidou Xinwei really admired the miko beside him - her thighs weren't sore at all? My waist was almost sore just lying on the tatami like this.

"Um..." Beidou Xinwei, who was in back pain, was about to get up and find some blankets to lie down: "I think it's about time..."

"Don't move!" The shrine maiden, who had been kneeling for 18 years, refused to do so. Kneeling was a real skill: "I haven't finished praying yet!"

【Retainer System:

Current retainer: Kikyo

Diplomatic skill: 5

Military Ability: 5

Management ability: 5

Strategy ability: 3

Academic ability: 7

Charisma: 100

Potential: SSR

Evaluation: An exceptionally beautiful apprentice shrine maiden

Provides ability bonus to the owner: None

Retainer System: Do you want to personally train this retainer's abilities? [Yes/No]

Why does this… look like a game for raising beautiful girls? Pretty Girl Factory? Kikyo Raising Project?

"Kikyo." Beidou Xinwei lay in his arms, looking at his unremarkable character besides his charm. The most important thing about a bishoujo character is the appearance of the card; if the other abilities are also excellent, it is naturally the icing on the cake. "We have been together for almost two weeks now, and I have something I want to ask of you. I hope you won't refuse—"

Suddenly, he jumped out from the other person's lap, not looking like an injured person at all. Beidou Xinwei stared into the other person's bright eyes and looked at him——

"...What's going on?" The alert witch took a step back.

"I want you to... accept my training." Beidou Xinwei took a deep breath, almost causing the little witch opposite to have a stress reaction. He immediately said, "As you can see, I know a little bit about various things. But I can't handle everything by myself. I can teach you medicine, cooking, painting... even martial arts. It all depends on whether you want to learn -"

"?! Are you willing to teach me?"

"Of course I do."

In the feudal system, the enfeoffed lords generally possessed a specialized skill. This was true in China, at least. For example, during the Shang Dynasty, the Qin dynasty's ancestors, Fei Lian and E Lai, inherited the unique skills of horse breeding and charioteering. This was equivalent to having a family that held the rank of director of the Kharkov Arsenal or commander of an armored group army—wouldn't it be unwise to grant such a person a title in ancient times? Even after commercialization eased somewhat in later times, the "mountains between different trades" of technical barriers persisted. True, unique skills were not easily imparted, let alone to a shamanic maiden whom one had only known for two weeks.

In Kikyo's opinion, Beidou Xinwei's various abilities are basically magical. Whether he wants to learn or not is one thing, but Kikyo just doesn't understand why the other party is willing to teach him everything he knows.

"Why... why me?" Such a foolish question. A utilitarian would have thrown his head to the ground and cried out for help. Only Kikyo, with her innate sense of morality and mission, would have asked back, "This knowledge is too precious..."

"Because you are loyal, forgiving, and kind, and I've seen these days that you really want to do things for ordinary people. When I'm treating patients, you worry about their physical condition; when I'm doing anything, you want to help me. Although you can't do it, you diligently help me take care of my worries at home. How about this, I'll teach you a little bit of medicine, and if you have other ideas, I can also teach you. How about it?"

"...Hayi!" Kikyo hadn't thought she was as good as the other person said. She immediately felt like she had met a kindred spirit. The little witch was recognized like this for the first time in her life, and naturally fell into a trap that she would never be able to escape. "Please, teach me well!"

In the Middle Ages, before SM was introduced from France, the word "training" was still a positive term in the entire Asian master-disciple inheritance circle.

Chapter 14: Is it the season for Bai Xue again?

Platycodon is a good person, but a little silly.

It is 1550. Eighteen years ago, in 1532, Miss Kikyo was born into a family of mules and horses. As everyone knows, working like a slave means having no money, no time, and no spare money. Since Miss Kikyo's parents were from a family of slaves, they naturally faced a life of heavy burdens and kneeling. After catching a cold, her parents, unable to afford medical treatment, both declared life unworthy and passed away, one in the driver's seat and the other in the front passenger seat. Kikyo, barely a month old, was left an orphan.

In this era where people have to abandon their own children at critical moments to avoid being able to raise them, the villagers naturally avoid other people's children.

Fortunately, a retired old witch adopted the one-year-old Kikyo, because Kikyo herself had a special ability - she was good-looking and looked cuter than other children at the age of one.

"The superior is pleased with the person." Perhaps the most important of all abilities is liking someone. Even if one is adopting a child to take care of them in their old age, they must adopt someone they like. Clearly, Kikyo already fits this bill at the age of one. She was adopted by the old shrine maiden, who planned to take care of her in her old age.

After being taught various Japanese shaman dance techniques by the old shrine maiden, when Kikyo was 16, the old shrine maiden didn't cover herself properly with a blanket at night, and with her weak immune system, she caught a cold. When the story begins, Kikyo is 18 years old, and three of her dearest people have already died because of a simple cold.

It can be said that Platycodon grandiflorum’s life is a life of fighting against colds!

Beidou Xinwei's ability to treat symptoms such as colds, fever, cough, headache, nasal congestion, runny nose, limb pain, general fatigue, etc. is so miraculous that it is like a god descending to earth.

So Kikyo felt that Beidou Xinwei was willing to teach her these miraculous medical skills, and Kikyo felt that she was the chosen one!

"See this? Take it." Beidou Xinwei took out a small bottle of medicine.

"Huh?" Kikyo, preparing for class, was bewildered. What was going on? Beidou Xinwei had given her a small porcelain bottle and even opened it for her to take a look.

"I did this." I also did it by relying on the system. Plagiarism and shamelessness are essential abilities for a time traveler. I won't go into details about shameless plagiarism in the future. Beidou Xinwei pointed to the porcelain bottle and said, "It's called [Paracetamol], which is specially used to treat various fevers, fevers, and colds. There are a total of fifty tablets, and it's a truly effective medicine. If you have any colds, fevers, headaches, runny noses, coughs, etc., take a quarter of a tablet for children and half a tablet for adults. Twice a day."

Not bad, 40 yuan for a thousand tablets, and these 50 tablets are only two yuan. Considering the people's increasing resistance to antibiotics, which they have been exposed to for so long... Beidou Xinwei felt that this dosage might be a bit excessive.

Of course that's not the problem.

"That's... that's all?" Miss Miko stared blankly at Beidou Xinwei. What was the point of giving her this medicine? "Well, aren't you going to teach me some basic knowledge?"

"Oh, yes, it seems there is such a thing." Beidou Xinwei nodded, as if he had just suddenly realized something.

He didn't know much about pharmacology, so he continued, "If there's an illness that's not a headache or a fever, just have the patient come to me directly."

Right now, the relationship between him and Platycodon is at most that of a pharmacy owner and receptionist, with the price hovering around two yuan. But he has too many skills. Theoretically, if someone asks, he could start with level one photolithography—perhaps starting with boiling water. He has an infinite number of skills, but he only has one. He can't treat every disease by himself in the future!

But! As long as Jiegeng can promote her pharmaceutical brand, every patient she sees is equivalent to seeing one-tenth of her own patients. As long as Jiegeng, that donkey... well, Jiegeng, that racing donkey, can pull sparks out of the millstone, Beidou Xinwei's medical capabilities will gradually improve. After all, medical care is a serious issue; who knows when a headache or cold might strike? There are always problems that two yuan can't solve. Beidou Xinwei is well aware that some ailments cost a thousand, eight hundred yuan per pill, even after medical insurance reimbursement.

"Then, pharmacology..."

"...Here, I'll give you five hundred coins." Beidou Xinwei found five hundred coins from the wardrobe nearby and counted them out to Kikyo one by one: "Go buy yourself a basic medical book. Remember to come back and tell me about it after you finish reading it, so that I can broaden my horizons."

Kikyo: ...I@#￥#@￥

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Beidou Xinwei felt quite impressive for being able to break down someone as good-tempered as Kikyo. But regardless, Kikyo had just taken over the mess that Beidou Xinwei had handed her and immediately opened up shop. Don't say that: Don't say that!

Since ancient times, the practice of shaman dance and the practice of healing have been inseparable. Even the smallest shrine maiden is still a shrine maiden, and this cosplay-like shrine maiden costume has finally found its place, on the same level as the white coat.

Of course, the witch started charging exorbitant prices for the medicine, forcing a five-cent potion to a whopping ten wen! But the public's response was positive, with everyone praising the witch's compassionate heart. Perhaps... it was because medical care was expensive in this awful feudal era. As the feudal game "Fallen Kingdom" says, killing a child means "I hope you live in an enlightened age in your next life."

These past few days, Beidou Xinwei had been eating and sleeping, and sleeping and eating. The great swordsman and the little witch, eating three meals a day of yakitori, lived like a pig.

Because Beidou Xinwei's medicines are very effective in treating various diseases, Miss Miko is so busy that she is almost grinding sparks out of the millstone and living a dog's life.

And a certain Miss Oda Nobuhime, who was assassinated but did not want to reveal her name, lived a life where she was not loved by her mother, was not loved by her brother, was hated to the point of being stabbed with a knife, and was worse than a pig or a dog.

"Bang!" Finally, Oda Nobuhime kicked open the gate of Beidou Nobuyoshi's courtyard. She walked into Beidou Nobuyoshi's house with a swagger! It was as if the one who stabbed her was not her brother's iron knife, but Beidou Nobuyoshi's meat knife.

"Beidou Xinwei, come out here! Tieme! Kounobageyelu (tap tongue)!"

It was noon, and Beidou Nobuo was having lunch when he noticed Oda Nobuhime kicking open his gate. Considering she was a local tyrant, and would become a local tyrant in half of Japan's wealthiest land, he didn't intend to force her under him. So, seeing Oda Nobuhime swaggering in, he stood up to greet her, politely saying, "Busy! Go get in line!"

"..." As a dandy young man who considered himself second best, and no one dared to claim first place, during the Warring States period and even in ancient Japanese history, Oda Nobuhime's youth was comparable to that of Emperor Nero. He befriended beggars and brawled with peddlers and hawkers; he would fight at the slightest disagreement, and he often lost! He was stubborn, but his only advantage was that he didn't hold grudges. Furthermore, he was a very dishonest person.

"No, it's me, Oda Nobuhime! The next head of the Oda family..." Oda Nobuhime felt that Hokuto Nobuyoshi might not have heard clearly who she was.