"Hold on!" Chen Muxue stopped Lin Qing from pulling out the bamboo shoots, "This thing, it seems effective."
Seeing Chen Muxue no longer screaming in agony but speaking instead, the other three were shocked.
"Do these bamboo shoots really have such an effect? Then..." Chu Wuyi said, stroking his chin, "If Huo Lian were here, his eyes would probably turn green with envy."
Chen Muxue felt the peculiar effects of the bamboo shoots and started counting in her mind: stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, freshly stir-fried bamboo shoots, oil-braised bamboo shoots, stewed bamboo shoots...
She closed her eyes, and as tears of emotion flowed down her cheek, the other three were even more astonished, watching as the once-thriving bamboo shoots withered at an alarming speed.
Soon, the bamboo shoots all withered completely, and Chen Muxue screamed in pain once more.
