While the others crowded around Lu Yi to look at the Flying Broomstick, Ma Xiaotao was clearly more interested in Huo Yuhao's grilled fish.
Xuan Zi's impression of Huo Yuhao's cooking still came from the time he had roasted Shadow Leopard meat, so he did not expect much.
But he saw how highly everyone praised Huo Yuhao's grilled fish and set aside his misgivings.
He told everyone to hunt, catch fish, or gather firewood.
Before long, they returned with assorted game and several large fish.
When Huo Yuhao saw the mushrooms Chen Zifeng had brought back, he wanted to make a pot of soup.
So he asked a senior to make him a Wooden Pot.
Dai Yueheng had just pushed over a large tree, Chen Zifeng had carved it into a big Wooden Pot, and Huo Yuhao was about to add water for the soup when Lu Yi spoke up.
"You're going to cook in a Wooden Pot?"
Huo Yuhao looked at Lu Yi, then glanced around. Wasn't it obvious?
Still, he explained, "We have Sister Xiaotao. With her flames, we can heat it from above."
As soon as Huo Yuhao finished speaking, Lu Yi summoned his Wand and tapped the Wooden Pot. Before their eyes, it grew thinner and darker until it became a huge, jet-black pot.
"Wouldn't this work?"
Under Huo Yuhao's incredulous gaze, Lu Yi put away his Wand.
"You turned wood..." Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the black pot and touched its smooth, cool surface. "Into iron?"
If the extraordinary skills Lu Yi had shown before were hard to believe, the sight of him turning a Wooden Pot into an Iron Pot was beyond imagination.
Huo Yuhao was not the only one. Everyone who noticed gathered around to inspect the Iron Pot.
This unremarkable-looking cooking vessel