The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 286 - 262: When It Comes to Medicinal Supplements, the Stronger the Better (Part 2)
In the evening, Wen Jing took out frozen dumplings from the fridge and cooked them for everyone. Baozi also had a small electric stew pot and made fish soup just for me.
Before leaving the city, they bought two large bags of frozen foods from the supermarket: chicken, fish, dumplings, and slices of beef and lamb.
In Baozi’s bags, there were vacuum-sealed slices of traditional Chinese medicine, all tonics. To conceal my identity, I had no choice but to accept her good intentions.
As the car journeyed for several days, I ate medicinal meals three times a day. The taste was secondary, as long as there were no other side effects.
Once, Shunfeng also wanted to enjoy the ’craft’ of the cute girl and got himself a small bowl of chicken soup. He drank it in one gulp, clutched his throat, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
Baozi tried half a bowl herself and ended up squatting by the roadside, vomiting for a long time. Afterward, Baozi with tearful eyes and the weak Shunfeng looked at me with strange expressions.
Wen Jing was curious about the taste of the soup after seeing their exaggerated reactions, but he thought about it and dared not try.
"Senior, you drink this every day and you’re fine. Do you have martial arts skills like Hong Qigong?" Shunfeng leaned against the bed, still looking a bit pale.
"Yeah." I responded casually, feeling amused inside. Shunfeng took the chicken soup for poisonous broth and thought I could use Inner Strength to neutralize the poison.
"Amazing." Shunfeng weakly closed his eyes.
"Fu, I’m sorry, I’ll definitely taste it myself first before giving it to you." Baozi said apologetically.
"It’s fine, just do your thing. I’m not picky." Seeing the little girl looking guilty, I felt helpless; the taste really doesn’t matter to me.
"No way, I will get better. Bao Ziqing, you can do it, keep it up!"
I looked at the spirited Baozi, hesitated to say anything, wanting to advise her to watch less idol dramas and not to emulate the protagonists, to avoid future embarrassments.
Shunfeng jumped in before me, cheering Baozi on. Seeing their goofy smiles, I swallowed back what I wanted to say.
The car headed west, following the navigation route. Since we weren’t in a hurry, we stopped whenever we found a scenic spot and stayed for a couple of days more.
Amazingly, under the ’nourishment’ of Baozi’s strange medicinal meals, I felt my Inner Strength recovering.
Our clan had tried many ways to research our own strength, but in my memory, no one seemed to have researched herbs.
Baozi treated me like an ordinary person, so the amount of herbs used in the soup was weighed on a scale, strictly controlled within a range.
After noticing the effects, I directly took out the herb slices from her bag and ate them like snacks. I ate them while watching movies, playing games, and even while chatting.
Halfway through the journey, I had eaten up the stock she bought. We detoured mid-way to a herbal market in the city and bought a few more bags.
Initially, Baozi and Shunfeng were worried I would bleed from every orifice, but I told them that martial arts experts heal differently from ordinary people. Modern herbs lack potency, so I need to ingest a lot and refine them with Inner Strength.
They believed my nonsense, washing, and sun-drying herbs for me, giving them to me as meals every day.
The key is, despite eating herbs eight times a day, I haven’t shown any issues, making them believe my words even more.
Baozi originally bought only gentle tonic herbs to boost qi, blood circulation, and nourish the organs. I gritted my teeth and bought stronger herbs, a bundle of whole ginsengs, washed and eaten directly with sauce, one hand holding ginseng, the other holding Lingzhi. This scene was captured by Baozi and sent to Qinghan.
Qinghan then posted it to his Moments, captioning it: What a treat.
Indeed, who else could have such a treat? Even a big eater would be defeated by me.
Meanwhile, over there, the goddess named Meisha kept updating her ’Must Die’ account, documenting bits and pieces of working with Chen Qinghan. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Of course, she never mentioned work-related content, only tidbits of their daily life, like which internet-famous restaurant they dined at, which famous Ancient Ruins they passed by, etc.
The accompanying photos were all of scenery, without any more ’group pictures’ of them. If Chen Qinghan really had a girlfriend, she’d likely feel sour when other colleagues discussed their fun stories. Although Meisha’s daily entries seemed innocuous, the more detailed they were, noting even small things with comments like ’so happy,’ ’so blessed,’ it could easily provoke imagination.
Luckily, he doesn’t have a real girlfriend, so there’s no one to hold him accountable, demanding him to keep his distance from the temporary partner.
