Luo Chuan was not surprised by Yao Ziyan's approach. Instead, he felt slightly relieved.
This was the Yao Ziyan he knew.
She poured the ingredients Luo Chuan had prepared into clear water... Vitality Spring Water, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully washed them clean, removing the remaining blood.
Come to think of it, the blood of such a high-level creature should count as an exceedingly rare treasure in a certain sense, shouldn't it?
If those alchemists got their hands on it, they would surely be ecstatic.
After all, Meng Changkong had spent no small amount of effort obtaining these ingredients, and he was a peak Venerable...
By the time Luo Chuan thought of this, Yao Ziyan had already finished washing them and poured away all the slightly murky Vitality Spring Water.
"Only washing them once?" Luo Chuan's concern was somewhat strange.
"Once is enough," Yao Ziyan explained. "If ingredients like these are washed for too long, they will instead lose their own natural flavor."
Luo Chuan leaned closer and sniffed.
Indeed, that peculiar fragrance had already faded considerably. If they were washed again, perhaps it could no longer be smelled at all.
"How did you know that?" Luo Chuan asked curiously.
Yao Ziyan raised her chin slightly. "Knowing the characteristics of ingredients is an essential skill for a qualified store clerk."
Very good, full of spirit!
But since when did store clerks need to master such skills?
Shouldn't that be the work of chefs?
And master chefs at that—the kind whose casually made dishes would shine with light...
Luo Chuan's thoughts began wandering in a certain direction, but his eyes remained fixed on Yao Ziyan.
"Fine, I'll tell the truth. I asked Meng Changkong, and he told me." Under Luo Chuan's stare, Yao Ziyan could not keep it up any