Wang Teng thought the food he was preparing was just average.
However, he seed to have overestimated Zele's cooking skills.
When Little Qing'er exclaid that it slled good, he felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
He could easily subdue Little Qing'er if she discovered anything. Dealing with such a young and delicate little girl wasn't hard.
However, when he saw her sowhat pale complexion and her bright, wide eyes, Wang Teng suddenly found it difficult to carry out such an action.
He shifted his gaze nervously and chuckled. "Is it? Daddy has been working hard to improve his cooking skills recently."
"Yes." Little Qing'er didn't seem to suspect anything, nodding her little head continuously as she fixed her dark eyes on the food in front of her.
She was making her own calculations. Her father's usual cooking was terrible. Since he finally made sothing delicious, she shouldn't discourage him.
"Such a little foodie!" Wang Teng chuckled inwardly, feeling relieved.
Being a foodie was good.
Foodies were the easiest to fool.
After placing the prepared food on the table, Little Qing'er couldn't wait and climbed onto the table.
"Eat up!" Wang Teng smiled.
As he watched the young snakegirl eat, he also kept sensing the space imprint he had left on Landon.
He felt relieved when he noticed that the mark didn't move.
"Delicious! Delicious!" Little Qing'er, despite her frail appearance, had a hearty appetite. She ate quickly and occasionally praised, "Daddy, your cooking has improved a lot! Keep up the good work!"
"Got it, got it!" Wang Teng shook his head with a wry smile. This little girl acted like a little adult. It was quite fun to interact with her.
This was probably their way of getting along.
After finishing the al, Wang Teng thought for a mont. He wasn't in a hurry to act. Landon hadn't moved so there was no point in acting now.
Instead, he began to prepare dicine for Little Qing'er, aiming to alleviate her dical condition.
Wang Teng entered the room where Zele usually prepared dicines, and a strong herbal aroma hit him as soon as he opened the door.
As an alchemist, Wang Teng was intimately familiar with the scents of various herbs.
At this mont, he could easily identify the types of dicines Zele commonly concocted based on their fragrances.
The most prominent scent was that of Cloud Serpent Grass, which was likely used to prepare dicine for Little Qing'er.
Following the scent, Wang Teng reached at a shelf and picked up a jade bottle containing three dark pills.
He took out one of them and sniffed it, instantly recognizing the blend of various dicinal herbs.
Zele was indeed a master-level poison and dicine expert. His mastery of various plants was top-notch and his concoctions were remarkable.
However, in Wang Teng's opinion, there were still many flaws.
If he were to use his alchemical skills to prepare this dicine, its quality and efficacy would be significantly superior than what Zele had produced.
But in front of Little Qing'er, it wasn't suitable to reveal such advanced techniques, lest she beco suspicious.
Every ti Zele prepared dicine, this little girl would watch closely. Wang Teng couldn't avoid her.
Wang Teng also examined so of the remaining dicinal residues left behind by Zele's unsuccessful attempts and sniffed them.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Little Qing'er asked curiously, her eyes wide open.
"I'm reviewing the lessons from my failures," Wang Teng replied with a faint smile.
"But Daddy, didn't you review it a few days ago after you finished making it?" Little Qing'er asked.
"You can never review too many tis. Sotis, unforeseen insights can erge," Wang Teng calmly replied.
"Oh, let have a look too," Little Qing'er leaned closer, sniffing the dicinal residue in Wang Teng's hand. The pungent odor seed to irritate her, making her sneeze, and she wrinkled her brow, saying, "It seems about the sa."
"Hahaha…" Wang Teng couldn't help but laugh. "If you can tell the difference, you'll be a master."
"Hmph!" Little Qing'er huffed, feeling a bit defiant. She said, "One day, I'll beco a master as powerful as Daddy."
"That's a big ambition. You'll have to work hard," Wang Teng said as he ruffled her little head and chuckled.
"I will," Little Qing'er said firmly, clenching her fist with determination.
Wang Teng smiled and then activated his Real Eye to examine Little Qing'er's body. He wanted to know what was wrong with Little Qing'er.
What?
What he saw made him slightly surprised, even more so than he expected.
Little Qing'er harbored a trendously potent energy deep within her body, quietly lurking but exceptionally peculiar and powerful. It even carried an unusual chill. It seed that Little Qing'er's body was weakened due to her inability to handle this energy.
Cloud Serpent Grass, with its mild properties, enhances the physique of snake-like creatures. Since the snaken are considered snake-like creatures, gradually strengthening Qing'er's physique with the dicinal power of Cloud Serpent Grass to counterbalance that overpowering energy doesn't seem like a bad idea. Wang Teng contemplated.
However, he was unsure about the nature of this energy.
Wang Teng had so doubts but hesitated to ask.
He thought for a mont and decided to use Zele's prescription to make the dicine for Little Qing'er.
With his expertise, crafting such a relatively simple dicine was a breeze, and he successfully produced it in no ti, releasing a rich dicinal fragrance.
"Daddy, the Cloud Serpent tablets you made today are much better than before," Little Qing'er cried in surprise.
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