"How was it?" Yao Ziyan watched Luo Chuan's expression change.
"It tasted pretty good, but the flavor was a little strange." Luo Chuan smacked his lips and gave his assessment.
There was still a slight numbness lingering in his mouth, as though he had eaten too many Sichuan peppercorns and his tongue no longer quite belonged to him.
Luo Chuan's gaze fell on the dish before him—tiny flashes of light kept bursting from it. Looking closely, those flashes were clearly countless miniature arcs of electricity.
"All right, I think I know why the flavor was strange." Luo Chuan sighed softly.
"It's an effect inherent to the ingredient itself. Nine Nether Thunderclap, I think that's what it's called. It usually grows at the bottom of valleys rich in lightning." Yao Ziyan introduced the main ingredient.
"Never heard of it." Yao Ziyue shook her head.
"I haven't heard of it either." Elina echoed.
Qing Yuan sucked in a breath, staring in surprise at the food on the plate. "Nine Nether Thunderclap? Didn't this spiritual herb disappear from Tianlan Continent back in ancient times?"
She had only happened to see records of Nine Nether Thunderclap in an ancient text once. It had left an extremely deep impression on her, so she immediately recalled it when Yao Ziyan mentioned it.
"I got it from Origin Mall's kitchen." Yao Ziyan smiled. "You've been in the kitchen before, haven't you? You should have some impression of the things there, right?"
It was far more than just some impression. It was simply unforgettable.
Qing Yuan could still clearly remember the kitchen on the second floor of Origin Mall: all sorts of strange and unusual tools, including ones capable of adjusting the flow of time.
That was not even the most important part. The various ingredients placed to