Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

How is it like you, I have nothing to do every day, and I still feel that I am justified when I walk around. "

He looked at the long table on the other side, where there were rows of pill bottles, all of which An Jiuyue had recently refined.

"What kind of medicine pill, your mother just started to make medicine, what can you make... uh!"

Gong Cheng followed the little guy's gaze and looked towards the long table, while muttering in his mouth, he didn't believe that An Jiuyue could refine something.

But when he saw so many bottles of medicinal pills on the long table, he almost choked on the vegetables.

"Second sister-in-law, you have just started refining medicine, can you make so many medicinal pills? What quality are these? You can't put one medicinal pill in a porcelain bottle, right?"

Ordinary pharmacists put a pot of medicinal pills in a porcelain bottle, but here, he is very doubtful, is An Jiuyue putting one medicinal pill in a bottle in order to show that she has refined a lot of medicinal pills?

Of course, it's not impossible to do this. The medicinal pills she made by herself can be put away as she likes.

But the next moment, he thought of a question.

"That's not right, you have just started refining medicine pills, so you can make pills? Impossible, right?"

Alchemist is a very difficult profession. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is made of medicinal materials. Ordinary people want to become a pharmacist without first smashing tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of original soul stones. What about the elixir?

But An Jiuyue has only been refining for a few days, and she can refine the medicine pill.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the porcelain vase on the long table contained a pill, it would be very powerful.

Ye Chenglin, who always boasted that her alchemy skills were better than anyone else, and that she was one of a kind. When she first started refining medicine pills, she didn't refine one pot and destroy one pot. It took more than a month to make one pot. Medicine is here.

"Isn't it true, second brother, second sister-in-law is also a genius?"

His eyes moved from An Jiuyue to Qian Jiyun's body, and he asked blankly.

Qian Jiyun didn't say anything, just swept his cold eyes lightly over him, then continued to hold his chopsticks and put a lot of her favorite dishes on the plate in front of Jiuyue.

After clipping the two little guys a lot, they stopped.

After the previous experience, he already knew that this guy came here to rub food, and almost half of the food had to go into his stomach.

Gong Cheng, who watched his movements: "..."

Why don't you just eat some of their dishes?

As for it, it made him look like he hadn't eaten in years.

"Second brother, you've almost got it, you've almost got it, you've eaten up all the dishes, what else can I eat? Stop, stop, stop, stop quickly, don't put down your chopsticks."

While he was talking, he quickly picked up his chopsticks and rushed towards the plate. Now he still cares about the medicine and Bhutan medicine, so hurry up and grab the vegetables to eat.

For some unknown reason, he always felt that An Jiuyue's craftsmanship made it a pity not to be a cook. These dishes are different from those made by others, and they are very delicious.

Perhaps, it may be because of the lack of clothing and food at the top of Huayan.

He thought so.

"Sure enough, the food on the top of Hua Yan is still too little. Such a simple meal can be eaten so deliciously." He sighed.

"Miyako!"

Qian Jiyun put down the chopsticks in his hand and glanced coldly at Gong Cheng.