The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 616 - 613: Pride Corpse’s Taste
The morning breeze blew, and round dewdrops rolled off the emerald lotus leaves, slipping into the pond.
Several lotuses with pink buds swayed in the morning wind.
"They’ve bloomed, they’ve bloomed, Xiao Xin, autumn is nearly upon us, and yet the lotuses outside are growing faster than chives, soon they’ll be bearing lotus seeds. Tell me, what are you up to so early in the morning instead of preparing breakfast?"
First thing in the morning, Master Mo woke up to a faint fragrance of flowers.
Looking around, he spotted the lotuses planted just two days ago had bloomed.
Had he not seen the lotus roots being planted himself, Master Mo would have suspected that some mystical creature had been sown in the School Clinic’s pond.
On the stove, there was a small pot for brewing herbal medicines, but today, it wasn’t being used for herbs.
Last night, Xin Lin had promised the idiot father and Pride Corpse to make them candied hawthorns.
She didn’t trust the ones bought outside.
Xin Lin was also craving the tangy taste of the big red fruits, so she decided to make some herself.
Upon her return from Taoyao Pavilion, seeing that Master Ji’s condition had improved and overjoyed, the owner gave Xin Lin whatever she asked for. So, she brought back a jar of maltose from the kitchen there.
The maltose from Taoyao Pavilion was of excellent quality, honey-colored, and sweet without being cloying.
Xin Lin filtered it a bit, added less than half a bottle of Jade Pure Spring water, boiled it, and as the syrup bubbled up, the air was filled with the aroma of caramel, utterly appetizing.
Once the syrup was ready, Xin Lin took a small basket of bright red wild hawthorns, plucked halfway up Shaking Light Hill.
The Spiritual Energy on Shaking Light Hill was thin, but there were plenty of wild fruits.
These wild hawthorns, too sour even for the birds, were all for Xin Lin’s picking.
She prepared some bamboo skewers, threading five or six hawthorns per stick, then poured over the still-warm syrup. After a moment, as the syrup solidified and cooled, a bunch of candied hawthorns was ready, topped with a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds.
Chu Beiqing, who had been crouching and waiting next to her for half the day, grabbed a stick and popped one in his mouth.
The fragrance of sesame, the crisp, sweet maltose combined with the tartness of hawthorn—a blend of sweetness and sourness, tantalizing to the taste buds.
Xin Lin then casually mixed some dough, made a few cabbage buns, and cooked some rice porridge to deal with breakfast.
By the time she snapped back to the moment, she noticed that half of the candied hawthorn skewers on the stove had disappeared.
Glancing at the dimly lit sky, Xin Lin didn’t need to ask to know who had taken them.
Inside Sealing Spirit Talisman No.1.
Gui Hu’s blue eyes narrowed slightly, his ghost claw clutching a few candied hawthorn sticks.
What exactly is this thing?
Gui Hu picked up a candied hawthorn, staring at the bright red item wrapped in something unknown, motionless for a good while.
As the Corpse King, he had little interest in the food of the living, and consuming it would even taint him with certain impurities.
Thus, he had always fed on Essence Blood or essence, but those things were simply too tasteless.
After consuming them for thousands of years, he was weary of them.
But ever since he first tasted Xin Lin’s cooking, he found that the little hen made food that agreed with his palate and even benefited his body to some extent.
The exact reason remained unknown to Gui Hu—it could be due to the Fu Tian Pill within Xin Lin or perhaps something to do with the Dan Wood Furnace.
Regardless, since there was something tastier than essence and Essence Blood, why wouldn’t he eat it?
