Feng Ling fell silent for a moment before she could not help saying:
"Divine Son, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'unusual'?"
Li Changsheng finally raised his head and glanced at her.
"Cooking is merely the most basic survival skill."
"As long as one is willing to learn, anyone can master it."
Feng Ling twitched the corner of her mouth.
The reasoning was sound enough.
But how many top geniuses in this world would willingly take the initiative to learn how to cook?
At the very least, among the powerful people she knew, the overwhelming majority would not waste their time on something like this.
Li Changsheng ignored her complicated expression and continued controlling the heat.
Meanwhile, Feng Ling crouched on the other side, using Soul Power to keep the flames steady.
After a while, she looked at the bubbling thick soup in the pot and asked curiously:
"Divine Son, didn't we bring quite a lot of rations?"
"Why are we specifically making this?"
Li Changsheng answered calmly:
"Rations can fill the stomach, but they cannot dispel the cold accumulating within the body."
"The low temperatures of the Extreme North will continuously erode the meridians. The effects may not be apparent in the short term, but once we stop to rest, the cold will gradually settle."
As he spoke, he added two crimson medicinal herbs to the pot.
The instant the herbs touched the soup, the fragrance rising from the pot gained a faint spicy note.
"This soup contains cold-dispelling herbs. It can nourish the blood and qi and restore physical strength."
"We still need to press deeper in. There is no need to leave hidden dangers in our bodies just to save a little time."
Feng Ling's gaze shifted slightly.
Only then did she understand that Li