Even though Bai Chuwei had been studying medicine for over five thousand years, this was her first time making Spicy Soup, so she had to follow the recorded recipe.
Bai Chuwei poured the Spicy Soup into a glass bottle. The soup turned milky white, and from a distance, it resembled a bottle of milk.
Bai Chuwei touched her chin and mumbled to herself, "I heard that once the Spicy Soup is successfully made, it only has a shelf life of three days?"
Today was the anniversary of that guy's five thousand four hundred and twentieth year of passing. She used to prepare a large jar of Peach Blossom Elixir for him every time, but since the man had been dead for more than five thousand years, hadn't all that wine ended up in her stomach?
The wine was so potent that even Bai Chuwei often got drunk on it.
If she got drunk and woke up days later, wouldn't the hard-earned Spicy Soup lose its medicinal effectiveness?
