Chapter 130: Substitute Teacher Collects Disciples and Raises a Big Brother

  "This soup."

  The two girls only took a glance, but their eyes seemed to be hooked like a hook, and they couldn't pull them back.

  In the pot there is no ugly and sinister poison, but a beautiful and magnificent scenery.

  The sand pot originally had a good insulation effect, and the medicinal gruel was thick and heat-retaining. As a result, the medicinal gruel in the pot is still slightly rolling under thermal pressure until now. Not only can't you see any terrifying toxins, but there are no residual medicinal substances either. The whole pot of porridge is crystal clear and translucent, just like freshly made sugar syrup or a block of liquefied ice jade.

  There are floating on the surface of this medicinal broth, starry, colorful, bright dots, green, red, yellow, black and golden, mixed and entwined together, as the broth rolls, it's like a sky full of stars, constantly flowing, five colors intertwined, like a poem, like a painting.

  "This looks so delicious, it must taste good too?"

  The two girls were drooling, and if they hadn't been a little apprehensive in their hearts, fearing that a frog might suddenly jump out of the pot, they would have taken action long ago.

  The two of them were worried, Ye De Cao and Gu Zhi Wei didn't care about this much, the two old men each scooped a spoonful, huffing and puffing as they sent it into their mouths. One spoonful went down, followed by the second, third... The speed got faster and faster, although they were clearly scalded and grimacing in pain, their hands didn't dare to slow down even slightly, as if they were afraid that if they slowed down for a moment, others would snatch it all away.

  Even little Yezi was eating with relish, her small mouth making sounds of appreciation: "Delicious, Auntie eat quickly."

  Yang Cai and Liu Xuan could no longer hold back, carefully scooping a spoonful to send into their mouths: the medicine entered their mouths, and it was a pure and authentic fragrance that spread throughout their mouths, causing the two people to widen their eyes instantly, it was truly too fragrant.

  This is not the fragrance of fresh flowers, nor the fragrance of medicine, meat, vegetables, seasonings, or high soup. It's not the fragrance of a daughter's body, an infant's milk, or Sun Wukong's overturned cauldron of elixir. It's the most pure and authentic fragrance since the beginning of time, capable of making the Cowherd abandon his child and Chang'e return to the mortal world!

  It's just a very pure and innocent fragrance, fragrant to the lungs and fragrant to the deepest part of human cells, making every inch of skin and every nerve exclaim "Nima is so fragrant!"

  And this fragrance is not like the fleeting aroma of other dishes, but rather it swirls around in the mouth, entwining like a spirit snake, jumping like an immortal toad, and lingering like the hundred legs of a dead centipede. It wraps everything in its path - teeth, cheeks, tongue, throat, and esophagus - in an inescapable web.

  Such a delicious soup, such a wonderful taste, it's really the only scorpion rice ball! Although it is said to be five poisons all together, but just as the Book of Changes says, poison can transform into nothingness, using poison to attack poison, and turn into a great tonic.

  Especially after taking this medicine, a hot current flows down the throat and explodes in the stomach, turning into countless warm and hot energy streams that instantly penetrate the body, making people feel refreshed and comfortable while unknowingly sweating profusely, even more detoxifying than a sauna. The Book of Changes says that this medicine has beauty-enhancing effects, it seems it's not just boasting.

  "It's all mine! It's all my family's!"

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble.

  What is gentlemanly demeanor, what is a beauty's poise? In the face of delicious food, all were thrown to the ninth cloud, including Xiaoyezi, everyone's mind had only one word: "Grab!"

  In just over ten minutes, a large pot of medicinal congee was completely looted; the pot was still hot, but the congee was gone.

  "It's too delicious!"

  Yang Cai stroked her rounded belly, lying on the chair with a smug expression, and pulled out a mirror to admire herself: "Really is beautiful, after eating your soup it's like I just had a 'rejuvenating' treatment, almost as if I'm a new person, impressive!"

  Everyone thought so and nodded in agreement.

  Ye De Cao ate more than anyone else, and now he's bloated worse than anyone else. At this moment, he's leaning back in his chair, humming with satisfaction, yet still managing to critique the Five-Poison Medicine Stew: "Excellent, excellent! The combination of medicinal ingredients is rational, preserving the efficacy of the medicine while creating a delicious flavor for humans. The five poisons interact and transform each other, and when catalyzed by large doses of ginseng and other powerful herbs, the toxins become a nourishing flavor." Little Yi Zi, if I'm not mistaken, this stew doesn't just have beauty and health benefits, but can also treat rheumatism, arthritis, neurological disorders, and many other diseases. It replenishes the patient's vital energy, which is extremely beneficial for Little Ye as well, isn't it?

  "These are not the main points, you haven't even noticed Xiao Zhou's knife skills?"

  "With a self-satisfied smile, Gu Zhiwei said: 'To make such a pot of stew, how could it be possible without the divine technique of knife work? Those poisonous substances were obviously steamed or deep-fried with special methods to reveal various colors, and then cut into thin strips by Xiao Zhou's divine knife work. Only in this way would this stew look so good, showing off its colorful, starry, and speckled appearance, while also removing the fishy smell of these poisonous substances, leaving only their original fragrance. Xiao Zhou, I, Gu Zhiwei, have spent my whole life immersed in the culinary world, seen countless famous chefs, but never truly admired anyone. But today, I am convinced. Your knife work and control over fire are enough to be called the number one divine chef in the world, no, it's a god of cooking!'"

  It's no wonder that Gu Zhiwei was so shocked. There are many chefs with good knife skills, but to cut ingredients that have been steamed or deep-fried into such a state, it's not just a matter of hard work, you need to have talent, you need to be a culinary prodigy. And Zhou Yi is undoubtedly the kind of person he looks up to as a monster-level figure, how can he not admire him?

  "I don't care about the knife work or heat control, all I know is that this pot of medicinal congee you made, Xiao Yizi, is a masterpiece that requires a deep understanding of the medicine's properties and a mastery of the fire that can only be achieved by someone who has reached perfection."

  Ye De Cao looked at Zhou Yi and nodded repeatedly: "However, this has made my old man difficult. Originally wanted to give you a generation, now it seems not enough... Never mind! Little Yi Zi, today I will replace the master to accept you as a disciple, from now on you are my old man's junior brother!"

  "Huh?"

  I Ching is completely blinded, isn't the master just pretending to be full? This time he wants to promote himself as his junior brother, then what should he call his mentor in the future, should his mentor call him 'master uncle'?

  "Hmm"

  Gu Zhimi had just drunk the tea, and upon hearing this, he immediately spat it out. Although he wasn't a medical professional, he knew that in the culinary world, there were also masters who would elevate their excellent disciples' status; there were many methods to do so. But for Ye Dicao to claim that he was going to take on an apprentice as if he were the master himself - this was just too much! Wasn't he afraid of those old guys in the medical field going crazy?

  Ke Ye De Cao is this kind of person, now he looks at Zhou Yi with such affection, this generation wants to lift or not, if lifted, it must be the level of ancestor master. Moreover, this old man will also suffocate, thinking that in the future there are many big directors and presidents who will have to call Zhou Yi "Shu Shu", the old man thinks he's happy, his second half life is ready to live on this.

  "Master, don't be so serious?"

  The I Ching's modest expression was like a valley: "I am still young and need to be tempered."

  "Nonsense! At your age, you can't fool me!"

  Ye De Cao chuckled and said: "Junior brother, from today on, you are the 831st generation successor of our Shennongmen sect! Ah, our ancestors' ancestors' ancestors... naturally refer to the Emperor Shennong, but that's just a formality, don't mind it. As for the ancestors above, anyway, people like Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Li Shizhen, and Zhang Zhongjing are all our people! I reckon you can't even keep track of them, just know that our master is Zhang Hong, who was an imperial physician during the late Qing dynasty. Now, kneel down and kowtow, not to me, but to our master!"

  Younger brother (in a Buddhist or Taoist context)

  I Ching almost cried out loud when he heard this, but it was a good thing that their ancestor had transformed into their senior brother.