After their hearty meal, Ryker and Long Meiling sat around the campfire a bit longer, rubbing their bellies in contentment.
"Phew, gotta hand it to old man Liu Chao, he sure knows his way around a stew!" Ryker said, letting out a soft burp. He, too, could feel the nourishing energy in his bones, and although he substituted the called-for Nine-Heads Silver Bull in the recipe with some regular beef, it still seemed to have a small effect regardless.
"Still, it would be even better if you had some better utensils," Long Meiling said longingly as she eyed Ryker's banged up and dented cooking pot.
She never noticed it while they were living together, but it said something about Ryker's cooking skill if he was able to create such an effective medicinal dish with just a regular old pot, and a rather cheap one, at that.
If he had some sort of Magical Artifact…
"Well, I did get this magical wok from the system."
