Qu Heng turned around and woke up when he saw Jing Wei, he casually said, "The only edible food in the valley is the kind of potatoes. But you can't eat too much, after all, it's medicine. If you take too much, you'll be careful of bloating and abdominal pain."

Jing Wei nodded, lifted up her coat, and took Chu Yu's clothes in half in his hand.

His eyes circled around the valley and asked, "Where is Chu Yu?"

"In the cave, grill the potatoes."

"Oh, then I'll go and have a look."

As he spoke, people could not wait to walk inside.

Qu Heng followed behind, looking at the cheerful girl's back, and couldn't help but shake her head. The couple... were all married and looked like a man and a woman in love. That's enough.

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Chu Yu roasted potatoes, only three people were counted.

Jing Bai and Qu Heng came in. He had already baked it and divided it into two servings. The smaller one handed it to Qu Heng, and the larger one was enjoyed with Jing Bai.

After a daytime relationship, the relationship became even more sticky. A big roasted potato was also the one that I ate in one bite.

Finally, Jing Wei simply lay in Chu Yu's arms, took the roasted potatoes, tore them into small pieces and quickly, and fed them into Chu Yu's mouth. The man above enjoyed this treatment calmly, and bowed his head and put several kisses on her mouth.

All of this was not avoided by Qu Heng, and he was forced to eat a lot of dog food.

"What does it smell like?"

The ancestor of southern Xinjiang worked all day long, and when he came out of his spare time, he smelled a unique fragrance. The fragrance was mixed with countless precious medicinal herbs, which were familiar to him and felt a strange smell.

"Huang, black essence, Ganoderma lucidum, lotus cloud flowers..."

The ancestors of southern Xinjiang counted one by one, and finally opened their eyes wide, staring at the piece of roasted potato in Jing Wei's hand, and their voices trembled, "You, you, you..."

"Bastard! Who made you touch my potion!"

The ancestor of southern Xinjiang ran over strode and grabbed the food from Jing Wei's hand, picked it up and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and almost hugged it and cried bitterly.

The potion he developed ten years ago was a unique bottle of tonic in the world. He wanted to keep it and take it out to show off, but it was actually...scattered on a worthless piece of roasted potato!

What crime did he suffer?

"Do you know what you used? It is holy water, the unique holy water of the southern Xinjiang clan. I specially studied it to take it to the patriarch of the southern Xinjiang clan. You dare to-"

"Isn't it just a bottle of big tonic water, and even the pills are not formed, so they can only be considered semi-finished products."

Jing Wei said disdainfully, got up and snatched the roasted potatoes, and continued to sit down and feed them to Chu Yu.

She couldn't understand. This tonic type potion is worth the old man's care so much?

"What do you know? There is—"

"Tianshan snow lotus, Tibetan flowers, black essence, wolfberry, blood plum..."

Jing Yishun reported all the herbs contained in the potion, and at the same time generously informed him of the development process one by one. Finally, he said, "The last step of refining has failed. It will definitely not be successful in removing impurities, which will lead to the inability to form a pill."

The ancestor of southern Xinjiang...

At this moment, I was happy inside, with endless sadness in joy.

He silently studied the big tonic for more than ten years, from the preparation to the preparation and the successful production, how many days and nights did he spend no time sleeping?

But now, a teenage girl in front of me actually told all the process of his production without any fault. Can you not hit people like this?

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I originally thought that the content of Nanjiang should end soon, but! I wanted to cry as I wrote it, and I had so many things to do about Mao...

Silently write about the extra matter... and then carefully consider it.
Chapter completed!