“How fragrant.”

Meng Qi almost drooled as the smell of Long Chen’s cooking wafted over her. She had no idea what kind of spices Long Chen had added.

The scorpion’s flesh was as white as snow, exquisite and silky. It slowly dissolved once it entered her mouth, and its scent overwhelmed her. Her whole body felt refreshed.

“This is the best meat I’ve ever tasted!” praised Meng Qi.

“Hehe, compared to refining pills, this is far too simple. If it’s good, just eat more.” Long Chen smiled. If an alchemist couldn’t even cook good food, they should just kill themselves.

“Alright.” Meng Qi smiled sweetly at Long Chen. She didn’t know what seasoning he had used, but its flavor was irresistible. She sighed, “If only Wan-er was here.”

“You two are such good sisters. Even when you eat something good, you think of her. No wonder she treats you so well.” Long Chen smiled.

“Because Wan-er will also think of me whenever there’s anything good.” Meng Qi smiled back, her eyes...