Finally, she added the easily cooked snowcapped grass. Su Xiaoling took the seasoning.
The porridge was light green, as if because of snowcapped grass.
Su Xiaoling brought the casserole down and said, "Xiaolu, the medicinal cuisine is ready."
Su Xiaolu was a little depressed. "I don't smell anything burnt."
She often burnt the dish.
She went over and looked. Huh.
Why was this color different from what she made?
Su Xiaoling thought something was wrong and was nervous. "What's wrong?"
Su Xiaolu said curiously, "What you made is a little different from what I made. Let me try it."
The colors were different, and the aroma of porridge lingered.
She wanted to taste it to see if the drug was still there.
Su Xiaoling took a small spoon and tasted it.
She was even more surprised. "Oh… it's delicious. How strange. The medicinal properties are better than mine. Sister, how did you make it?"
