Chapter 1886 - 1866:

Chapter 1886: Chapter 1866:

"I looked through the book and it seems like a lot has been added. Also, I noticed there’s no beer mixer?" Luo Qianqian said with complete naturalness, utterly normal.

"You just realized..." He Wenyu rolled her eyes. "But it’s still okay; at least there’s no immediate threat to life. Earlier my heart almost jumped out..." She said as she picked up the cup...

"Ah..." Luo Qianqian watched He Wenyu take a big gulp and said a bit apprehensively, "Um, I ran a little short on grape juice. I wasted some earlier, so I replaced it with mulberry juice, the colors are pretty similar anyway..."

He Wenyu experienced the taste in her mouth; swallowing felt wrong, spitting it out was not right either, so she could only roll her eyes as she swallowed it down. Then she directly picked up Luo Qianqian’s cup and took a big gulp: "You’re simply being mean to me! I’m angry, I’m upset, next time when I cook for you, I’m adding wasabi."

"Sashimi?" Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue, looking entirely calm. "Speaking of which, there are so many things I want to eat... but making them is troublesome, plus there are no ingredients... hey, should I ask my dad to bring a couple of top-grade beef and lamb ingredients to be raised at Nine Heavens Pavilion? Like that Sue Hua and Wagyu..."

"You and your whimsical ideas, but... I concur." He Wenyu immediately said, after all, who doesn’t love good food? Eating wild game often makes one crave something more desirable occasionally, doesn’t it?

However, He Wenyu stated her favorite is probably the junk food adults often talk about...

Like spicy strips, hot pot, or fried skewers.

It’s not that she particularly loves it; it’s because she hasn’t eaten it in a long time. She always feels what she cooks isn’t as tasty as those street snacks.

This is an undeniable fact, after all... she’s not a professional street food vendor...

Luo Qianqian successfully diverted He Wenyu’s attention and snickered secretly, without reminding her.

But He Wenyu quickly turned back: "Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the wasabi sauce incident."

"This is unfair..." Luo Qianqian complained, "Running out of grape juice is not my fault, right? Why... okay, it’s my fault, I used too much. By the way, I made a bunch of experimental samples; I’ll send them out later as gifts." After all, drinking them myself is too much of a test of patience.

"Given your sincere attitude, you’re forgiven. Get me some ice; it’s not cold enough?" Clearly, Luo Qianqian has been regarded as a portable fridge by Jie...

Luo Qianqian calmly produced a few ice cubes and didn’t forget to share them with Mo.

"Drink up, eat up, this is our little celebration." Luo Qianqian chuckled, then turned to He Wenyu: "Actually, sometimes I wonder if we should buy a barbecue grill or something, but then I think forget it; the money we earn from the Forget Worries Tea House is already enough to splurge on, so let’s avoid making trouble for ourselves."

"Exactly, let’s not torment ourselves; it’s exhausting enough as it is." He Wenyu wholeheartedly agreed!

Just... the glaring issue is: "Enough for you to splurge? Do you know the value of the elixir you’re using right now?" Mo looked at Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu calmly: "Not to mention your elixirs, just your pair of hammers, do you know how much they could fetch in the outside black market?"

These two never directly engaged in cash-based transactions; they’ve always managed to exchange for what they wanted through odd methods, like using food or alcohol, never engaging in loss-making deals.

Luo Qianqian looked suspiciously at Mo: "Is the value really that high?"

"Let’s just say, each one you hold is not of low value. Did you think anyone could be called Medicine God or Poison Saint?" Mo calmly stated, "However, this is also quite a fortune!" Saying this with a faint sigh, "You better seize this opportunity; I am a moving gold ingot!"

Luo Qianqian burst into laughter: "You are a moving gold ingot? No, a moving medicine stove, while Shiliu is a moving rice bowl, hey... and what can I be?"

"A moving foodie." He Wenyu said bluntly.

Luo Qianqian: "..." This statement is indeed blunt, isn’t it?

Not just blunt, it’s almost a personal attack, isn’t it? Is she only capable of eating?

Mo lowered his head to eat silently, also suppressing laughter, clearly agreeing with He Wenyu’s comment. Luo Qianqian was so annoyed she stomped her feet: "This is how you treat me? Are you really heartless?"

"Why wouldn’t we be? After all... that’s the reality!" He Wenyu held a silk handkerchief in one hand and a stone picked up from the ground in the other: "That’s a fact right in front of us!" Forty, ’silk stone’, OK, you win.

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes and said nothing, eating large mouthfuls of food, feeling like she had detected a smell as Di Jun appeared...

"Oh, I just knew you guys were sneaking a bite of something good!" He exclaimed while lying on the wall, wide-eyed at the three.

"Come in, where’s Long Tu?" Luo Qianqian looked speechlessly, has it really come to peeking around the corners to see the truth? Are they missing Di Jun’s food that much?

"I said there’s food, hurry in." Long Tu also came into the courtyard, as Di Jun continued while walking: "When I left the classroom, I felt you guys should be back by now, so I came to check it out? Sure enough, just like I said..."

"Alright, just eat properly." He Wenyu rolled her eyes, picking up the pink wine glass and decisively drinking a couple of sips to stake her claim.

Luo Qianqian was neither fighting nor arguing, after all... she had tasted everything inside...

Otherwise, why would she want to explain the matter about the grape juice?

Although a small part of the reason was intentional.

"What are you drinking?" Di Jun immediately grew interested, looking at another cup on the table, curious and asked: "Whose cup is this? Shiqi, is it yours?"

"No." Luo Qianqian shook her head.

It truly wasn’t.

"No need to be shy, even if it is yours, I’ll still drink it without pause." Saying this while grabbing the cup for a gulp, moments later his eyes lit up: "What is this? The taste is so special!"

Long Tu frowned and moved closer to sniff it, then quietly joined Mo’s side to start eating meat.

Mo held his cup, quietly sipping; after all, it’s something Luo Qianqian specially concocted for him. Since it’s not hard to swallow, naturally he wanted to savor it slowly.

"You like it? Then it’s yours." He Wenyu generously waved, liking it was impossible for her anyway.

Compared to the cup Luo Qianqian stealthily prepared for herself filled with pink liquid, that one was just unpalatable.

Luo Qianqian felt very innocent, she didn’t have any hidden motives, it was He Wenyu who requested her previously drunk concoction anyway...

This material shortage was indeed an unforeseeable disaster.