"Come take a look. Doesn't this pattern seem familiar somehow?"
Wang Qi's expression was grave as he spoke, completely unlike his earlier goofy demeanor. It made the bystanders want to cry, "The style is all wrong!" Wu Fan and Mao Zimiao did not dare slack off and hurried over to look.
The owner of this congee stall was an honest man. The herring congee was thick enough that the pattern Wang Qi drew on its surface lingered for a short while. But by the time Mao Zimiao and Wu Fan looked over, the pattern had already vanished.
Wang Qi frowned, then drew it again.
Then again.
Mao Zimiao asked doubtfully, "Isn't that the diagram you've been visualizing? Of course it would look familiar, meow?"
Still unwilling to give up, Wang Qi drew the pattern over and over. "Not that kind of familiar... I should have seen it somewhere else."
"Rather than this, shouldn't you refine the fruit flesh first, meow?!"
Seeing that there was no way to preserve the pattern, Wang Qi felt somewhat vexed. Then, he quickly drew it one last time. The instant his chopsticks left the surface of the congee, Wang Qi extended his right hand and flicked the bowl.
With a crisp ding, white smoke rose from the bowl. Once the smoke dispersed, Mao Zimiao and Wu Fan looked again and saw that the herring congee had actually solidified at the bottom of the bowl. The pattern Wang Qi had drawn was still preserved on its surface, though some parts had vanished as the congee shifted.
Wang Qi had actually used the Tian Shang Jue to completely evaporate the water in the congee without making it boil!
Looking at the pattern, Wang Qi revealed a satisfied smile and called loudly, "Boss! I'm buying this bowl too!