Subconsciously, Gu Zhiqi opened her mouth and took it in.
As the litchi pulp entered her mouth, there was a coolness lingering by her lips, causing Gu Zhiqi to pause momentarily.
Su Yunling collected her hand discreetly, picked up another litchi from the plate, and continued to peel it carefully, head bowed.
Gu Zhiqi glanced sideways at Su Yunling.
Feeling Gu Zhiqi’s gaze, a smile danced in Su Yunling’s eyes as she returned the look, "Don’t you dislike peeling? Let Brother do it for you."
How did he know that she didn’t want to peel the litchis?
To be precise, any food that needed peeling, no matter how delicious, she wouldn’t bother to eat much of it.
After a moment’s silence, she then mumbled her thanks indistinctly, "Thank you."
The corners of Su Yunling’s mouth curved into a smile as he looked down and continued to peel the litchi.
Just as Gu Zhiqi swallowed the litchi pulp in her mouth, another piece of coolness touched her lips.
She hesitated for a moment, but ended up opening her mouth and taking it in anyway.
Tang Yichen carried a plate of litchis from the kitchen in Su Yunling’s courtyard and was just about to enter Shadow Court when he saw the scene of Su Yunling feeding Gu Zhiqi.
Tang Yichen thought his eyes were deceiving him and stood still, blinking gently.
By the time he finished blinking, he saw Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling getting up.
At the same time, there was a hissing sound ringing in his ears.
The pressure cooker on the fire was shaking violently, as if performing a frenzied dance.
Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling had quickly gathered their belongings from beside the fire and began moving away from it, while Yun Sen immediately distanced himself from the fire and stood not far from Tang Yichen.
"Fourth Master, don’t go near the fire," said Yun Sen, and then he covered his ears with his hands.
Seeing this, Tang Yichen’s brow furrowed with a row of question marks.
Does he... not want to hear me talk?
No sooner had the thought occurred than a loud explosion sounded, startling Tang Yichen so much that he trembled and the litchis leaped out of the plate onto the ground, scattering everywhere.
Tang Yichen didn’t bother to pick up the litchis spilled on the ground; instead, he looked towards the source of the explosion.
Where the fire had been was now a mess, with thick smoke billowing above.
This... was the alchemy a failure?
He knew it, how could a pressure cooker be used as a pill furnace.
Carrying the plate with only a few litchis left, Tang Yichen strode towards Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling, "I told you, this pressure cooker can’t be used for alchemy. Look, the loss..."
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence as a thought hit him, coughed lightly, and turned to Gu Xiaoxi with a comforting tone, "It’s okay, Gu Xiaoxi, let’s have someone catch medicine at the black market again tonight and refine it another time tomorrow."
Gu Zhiqi glanced sideways at Tang Yichen, simply raising her eyebrows slightly without saying a word.
Seeing this, Tang Yichen held the fruit plate tighter to his chest, wondering why it seemed that Gu Xiaoxi was not at all upset about the failed alchemy?
Could it be that she’s gotten used to it?
Unaware of Tang Yichen’s thoughts, once the smoke was no longer thick, Gu Zhiqi stepped towards the large pit that had been blown open.
The three onlookers immediately followed close behind.
When the three arrived at the edge of the pit, Gu Zhiqi was already squatting there, poking at the soil with a stick.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi intently poking at the soil, Tang Yichen, who had filtered the scene with a layer of sorrow, thought that Gu Xiaoxi must be feeling very down, so he opened his mouth to comfort her again, "Gu Xiaoxi, it’s just one failure, it doesn’t matter, tomorrow..."
Before Tang Yichen could finish, he spotted seven round elixirs lying underneath the shattered pieces of the pressure cooker.
Looking at the seven Vermilion Pills, Gu Zhiqi murmured softly, "Indeed, a pressure cooker does affect the pill success rate."
Had it been an actual pill furnace, the success rate for fourth-order Vermilion Pills would be at least ninety percent.