The young novice monk Huiming took the pottery pot, sniffed it with her nose close to the wax seal, and her eyes lit up slightly: "This aroma... Is three points more mellow than last month." "When making porridge, I used some new methods." Zhang Shouzhuo said vaguely.
In fact, it was in the system kitchen last night that he unlocked the second level of the "Slow Cooking" skill - consuming 30 points of faith, which made the cooking time three times longer in perception, but the actual heat was more gentle and even. Using the same ingredients, the porridge will naturally be more glutinous and fragrant.
Huiming, a novice monk, took out a bunch of copper coins tied with a red string from his arms - not the kind circulating in the market, but ancient coins engraved with vague Sanskrit characters, with patina on the edges.
"This is the offering for this month." The little novice monk handed the string of copper coins to Zhang Shouzhuo. "In addition, the master of the prison hospital asked me to ask you... Next month, can you add one more jar every day?"
