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As Ink Yan added a lot of firewood to the bottom of the pot, the fire would burn brightly from time to time. So in less than 20 minutes, half of the boiling water had evaporated. The white boiling water that had seemed transparent before now began to thicken and become turbid.

Then, she took the opportunity to take out a net and filter out the impurities along the sides of the pot. Then she crossed her arms and waited for the soup to dry.

To be honest, it was a long and torturous process.

The atmosphere in the entire kitchen had never been so tense before. Only the constant rolling of the water on the stove could be heard.

At this moment, Fu Dabao completely showed the attitude of a Grandmaster. He magnanimously looked at the pot of boiling water that was prepared by Ink Yan. He slowly dried the pot and then turned it into white crystal and stuck it to the wall of the pot.

"Enough ~"

When she found that the wall of the pot was already covered with white crystals, she decisively let the fire in the stove go out. After the pot slowly cooled down, he placed the kitchen knife on the nearby stone slab and started scraping the white powder along the wall of the pot.

Ink Yan's performance was nearing its end.

In response to this, Fu Dabao completely showed a laissez-faire attitude.

"Isn't it just a little bit of impurities?"

Fu Dabao looked up with his nose to the sky. He thought to himself, since I've already cooked the pot dry, then I might as well send it to the west!

He kindly handed out the baking soda and brought it to Ink Yan.

"In the kitchen, if you want to remove the scale without damaging the kitchen utensils, you'd better use mild baking soda."

However, even with Fu Dabao's rare kindness, Ink Yan only raised her head and lightly said, "Thank you, I don't need this thing anymore." She then lowered her head and used the kitchen knife to scrape away the white crystal, and then she crushed the powder and used a small blue and white porcelain plate to collect it.

As a result, many people noticed that the ink had also collected a type of white powder. Its appearance was very much like the scale that usually appeared when boiling water.

However, it was different from the scale. When the scale was crushed, it would have a "kacha" feeling, and the feeling of one's hands would become even more exquisite.

On the other hand, the powder on her hand looked a little rougher, and when it was crushed it would bounce and bounce. What was produced was not powder, but rather a tiny, turbid crystal. It looked somewhat yellow, and its appearance was not outstanding.

In response, a new storm of discussion broke out in the royal kitchen.

However, compared to the puzzlement from before, the focus of everyone's discussion was surprisingly unanimous.

"Hey, look. That silly kid just scraped off the water on the pot. What do you think he's doing?"

When one of the chefs realized that Ink Yan had treasured a small plate of white "water filth", the blood of gossip in his nature began to burn fiercely, he nudged his colleague and started to ask in a small voice.

"What else could it be?"

The colleague who was questioned rolled his eyes. He was thinking about what a brain-teasing person would do, how could you be so concerned about it? He guessed nonchalantly, "Isn't it what he himself thinks the elixir of immortality is!"

"Who knows, he might even ascend after eating. He might not die from immortality."

Poof *

If this wasn't wrong, Ink Yan would definitely spray rice to express her excitement!

The imagination of the ancients was truly amazing, to think that a meagre flavor was an immortal elixir of immortality!

However, she quickly recalled her current goal — to prove to the highest ruler the value of the powder in her hand! And to see everything, she needed to do something else.

"Little Eunuch Sixi." "Sixi, please help me." Ink Yan quickly turned her gaze back to Sixi, who was still watching the scene, and asked him kindly for a favor. Can you call the current commander of the Imperial City's Imperial Guards, Zhang Ziyi, to come here for me? "

After he had finished speaking, he touched his clothes again, awkwardly indicating that he didn't bring enough presents to the Imperial City today. If Si Xi didn't mind, he could wait until Wang Dafu returned to make up for it.

"However, money can be made up for later. I'll have to trouble you to call for this person. "

The smile on Sixi's face froze.

The Forbidden City was a place where only benefits were talked about. You have no money and you want people to work for you? NONONO ~

Sixi's expression quickly changed to a smooth and tactful one.

"This … actually, I'm not too familiar with Commander Zhang of the Imperial Guard. If you go near someone without a present. "I'm afraid he'll get angry in the end and give me my punishment."

"How about this?"

Sixi carefully looked at Ink Yan, evaluating her mood and making random suggestions.

"You probably just want to prove that what you have in your hand is delicious and that there is no poison. I can help you find a couple of interns at the dispensary and get them to come over and see if there's anything wrong. "What happens after that?"

"This is bad!"

After Sixi's tactful suggestion, Ink Yan instinctively shook her head!

The feudal dynasties of ancient times were strict, and she had long experienced one or two of them in the lengthy meetings of the modern military.

Ink Yan could tell with her toes. If he really did act on Sixi's suggestion, he would first invite the pharmacist apprentice to the imperial pharmacy. After confirming that the taste hormone was free of toxins, he would then move on to the imperial kitchens to test it out after a month. After that, he would be experimented on by Fu Dabao for a year or so!

Hehe!

With Fu Dabao's narrow-minded actions right now, perhaps she would never be able to wait for the day when Taste would thoroughly benefit the world and transform into wealth!

"Although I know that it will be difficult, please help me ask Master Zhang to come over!" If you're worried that he won't come, you can just say that it means 49. "

In response to this, Fu Dabao's nostrils began to blow out a new wave of air.

Hehe, even after coming to the great Forbidden City, you still haven't brought enough money to break the joints. How could someone like that compete with His Majesty? With the fact that Ink Yan had made a fool of herself today, Fu Dabao touched his sleeve and took out a small red packet. He said that he would let him keep it for the time being.

"It's just a few more months' worth of dishes, isn't it?"

Needless to say, the whole kitchen burst into laughter once again. At this moment, almost everyone was certain that Ink Yan would lose. And it was a very, very miserable kind of situation.

Who would have thought that even though they were in such dire straits, Ink Yan still raised her head with a face full of gratitude and gave the red packet to Si Xi. Then he quietly waited for Sixi to bring him Zhang Zicheng.