A large tripod furnace stood for two days and nights. This time, the alchemical cooking of Essence Food, though exhausting, claimed no lives.
The Dragon Roar Charcoal was nearly exhausted.
The soup within the tripod, boiled from gray-brown to light blue, finally turned milky white. Its flavor transformed from murky to clear, gradually emanating a scent that, with just a sniff, made one's mouth salivate sweetly.
A faint fragrance wafted through the air, lingering for miles.
"This Essence Soup is surely a treasure."
"Madam is like a celestial being; without her, we wouldn't taste a single drop in a lifetime."
"Indeed. Madam even shares this precious soup with the servants. Alas, those lowly servants like mud, how can they bear such favor from Madam."
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When the task was completed, the furnace fire was out. The Nursing Home guards were sent several miles away, where the towering buildings and dense greenery blocked their view, preventing them from seeing the Copper Tripod.
