Chapter 2093
The smoke and fireworks were rising.
Originally, Lin Mo had planned to cook the banquet for Song Zhilan himself.
However, he could not resist Song Zhilan’s strong request to show his hand as well.
He had no choice but to help with the preparation of the dishes and the cooking at the same time.
Under such circumstances, the two of them worked for more than an hour.
The sumptuous lunch was finally ready.
“Here you go, try the prawn ca*serole made by my sister.”
At this moment, the large round table was already surrounded by disciples of the Hidden Sect.
Ever since they had tasted Lin Mo’s cooking last time, they couldn’t forget it.
Now when they heard that Lin Mo was planning to cook again, everyone had been eagerly waiting.
Song Zhilan had just placed the plates on the table.
As soon as Song Zhilan placed the plate on the table, Broken Secretary could not help but reach out and grab the prawns with his hands.
But it was Song Zhilan who was quick on the uptake and before she could touch the plate, she was suddenly slapped by Song Zhilan.
He was suddenly slapped by Song Zhilan on the back of his hand.
“Wash your hands first, or you won’t be allowed to eat.”
Among all the people present, she was the oldest except for Wu Xuan.
At this moment, she looked like an elder in the family.
Because of this feeling, there was a little more warmth in the lunch.
The only thing that happened was that Broke-ji was a bit sad, as he had just returned from washing his hands.
A large plate full of prawns was now only an empty plate.
What’s even sadder is this.
Not only did the crowd grab all this dish, they also had to crazily crave him.
“Wow, Sister Song’s cooked dishes are so delicious.”
“Yeah, yeah, especially this prawn, it’s tender and delicious and chewy.”
“This is the best dish I’ve ever eaten.”
Hearing these words, Brokenji was also in tears.
“I beg you, be a human being, will you?
If it’s good, it’s good, is it too much to crave me so much.”
However, the crowd didn’t pay any attention to him, but ate even more vigorously.
They didn’t want the table to be full of dishes that others would steal.
“Save some for me, save some.”
“If you keep complaining for a while, you won’t be able to drink the soup.”
Only when he was reminded of this did Breaks react, and then he joined the army of food grabbers.
The lunch was gradually finished with laughter.
………
On the pretext of taking a walk, Lin Mo took Song Zhilan to the back of Hui Chun Hall.
This side of the mountain, except for Wu Xuan and Chang Lou who would occasionally come to cut up some martial arts.
There was no sign of people at all.
“This is a new medicine that I have recently developed.
This medicine, for bruises and injuries, as well as traumatic injuries, has a very good healing effect.
Like this, for example.”
Saying this, Lin Mo drew out the rusty Tai Ah and gently cut a slit on the back of his hand.
Above the wound, blood immediately flowed like water.
This action scared the unknown Song Zhilan.
However, as she watched, Lin Mo gently applied a light green ointment afterwards.
The blood on the wound was instantly stopped.
What was even more amazing was that after Lin Mo had cleaned the ointment, the wound had actually healed up.
If not for a but of bright red blood lines remaining, no trace of the wound could even be seen.
At this point, Song Zhilan’s expression also turned from shock to shock.
There was still such a miraculous trauma medicine in the world.
If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it.
After Lin Mo had personally demonstrated it, he then continued to speak and said.
“I intend to give you the secret recipe for a diluted version of this medicine.
Of course the medicinal properties are not as miraculous as what I have in this ointment, but the effect is also far beyond other trauma medicines by a large margin.”
Of course, it wasn’t that Lin Mo wasn’t willing to take out the original recipe.
It was just that the medicinal effects of this golden wound ointment were too powerful, and if it was put on the market.
It would most likely be another reconstructive pills.
So he improved and diluted it a bit.
As for Lin Mo’s gift of the medicinal formula, Song Zhilan was also puzzled.
“Why should you give it to me?
Such a miraculous medicine, you could have produced it yourself.”
As someone who had spent years floating in the market, she could see the huge future market potential of this ointment with just one glance.
Even if it was a diluted version.
“No, you have also said that the Xie family has united with several divine doctors to plan against me.
If I were to produce it myself, they would definitely make trouble out of it.
And I don’t want to draw too much attention to it either.”