Yun Qianqian's companions were quite surprised. They no longer thought that Song Zheng was a pretentious liar, but he was actually able to improve herbal diet.

But they didn't know the turmoil in Yun Qianqian's heart at this time. They were not people in the medicinal diet, so of course they wouldn't understand what the so-called "golden formula" meant.

This is generally accepted as unimprovable and already perfect. However, someone happened to break this general consensus, and after improvement, the effect has been significantly improved.

She noticed that Su Yunji on the side was smiling, and sighed secretly, four hundred million, it flew away...

No wonder the head of the Yun family is so confident.

She had some doubts in her heart and asked: "Sir, you already have such abilities, why do you still need to communicate with the herbal master? Do you want to humiliate us?"

Song Zheng was not embarrassed by this problem. What was embarrassing was Du Twelve, whose face turned red.

"This..." Song Zheng felt that he still had to save some face for Du Twelve. After all, he had done hard work without any credit recently: "This is an accident."

Yun Qianqian raised her embroidered eyebrows and continued to ask: "Then what exactly do you want to communicate, sir?"

A golden formula was improved. Although she was surprised and somewhat admired, it was impossible for a "king" to be convinced like Du Twelve and accept to be an apprentice.

Song Zheng thought for a while and said, "I just need some medicinal formulas."

He was telling the truth. Judging from Yun Qianqian's performance just now, she was still limited to the standards of this world, and she even refused to believe that the golden formula could be improved.

In other words, in terms of the concept of medicinal diet, she, like Du Twelve, could not provide Song Zheng with any inspiration that could make a direct connection.

Then only the formula is left. I hope that this "king" has many more formulas than Du Twelve. In that case, I won't be too much at a loss.

The Su family has invited Yun Qianqian to fulfill their previous promise, but these masters and kings actually have no great significance to Song Zheng.

Yun Qianqian's eyebrows raised again: "Just the formula?"

Song Zheng sighed: "I guess... we only have the formula."

Yun Qianqian was very unconvinced: "I think there should be something I can communicate with you about cooking." She was a little unconvinced and did not even use the honorific title of "Mr."

Song Zheng didn't care, but Du Twelve on the side became wary: What's going on? When the husband asked for the formula, just give him the formula and get out of here. Do you have to stay here to be humiliated?

What should I do after the humiliation is over? Most of them are as convinced as me and feel that following my husband will bring greater benefits, so they refuse to leave.

How is this possible? Isn’t this competing with me?

He was very nervous because he didn't have the slightest confidence in competing with Yun Qianqian.

First of all, Yun Qianqian's knowledge of medicinal food is far superior to his. Moreover, Yun Qianqian is a beautiful girl, and her husband is also very young. Although he already has children, isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines?

As the old saying goes, if you want to know how to pay taxes with your master, Yun Qianqian has a huge advantage.

He stood up after a while: "Sir, if you want the formula, just leave it. You never like to go out, and you are tired of traveling, so why not go back and stay at home as soon as possible."

I have to say that Du Twelve’s words hit Yun Qianqian’s weakness. It’s really annoying to go out. It’s so nice to be a cat at home, with a warm and soft bed, a plate of greedy snacks, and a cat all day long.

, so comfortable.

But Yun Qianqian was still a little unconvinced. She waited for Song Zheng with round eyes, much like a cat.

"You really don't need to communicate with me in other ways?"

"Need not."

Yun Qianqian weighed it up, thinking that she would get nothing if she made the trip in vain, but compared to taking advantage of it and going home right away, the latter was more attractive.

She drooped her ears listlessly: "Okay, I'll write you all the recipes I know."

Du Twelve rushed out like a wild dog, preparing pen and paper as quickly as possible, hoping that Yun Qianqian would leave immediately after finishing writing.

Yun Qianqian started writing the recipe, while Song Zheng watched from behind.

She wrote very quickly. To be honest, as a "king", the words were a bit ugly. But what could Yun Qianqian do? She was helpless. Practicing calligraphy was a waste of time. It was not as comfortable as a cat.

Song Zheng watched and communicated with Du Twelve: "There is a lot of room for improvement in this formula..."

"The cooking techniques here can be slightly changed, and the effect will be much better..."

"This recipe doesn't work. It's far from good. Let's replace the raw materials..."

Yun Qianqian wrote one, and Song Zheng commented on one casually. Although it cannot be said that these recipes are worthless, it is almost the same.

Du Twelve was sweating as he listened, and couldn't help crying in his heart: Sir, please stop talking. This little witch will be able to leave safely soon. If you keep talking, she might change her mind.

Song Zheng finally noticed that Du Twelve was sweating profusely. He asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? When were you injured?"

"No, it's okay..." Du Twelve's voice was a little hoarse.

"Oh." Song Zheng agreed and didn't ask any more questions. He thought he had a secret of his own. Was it because he had a crush on the little cook with those eyebrows and was too close to him, so he was nervous?

You can’t tell, but you are already twelve years old, and you still want to have a pear tree weighing down begonias?

Yun Qianqian, who was silently writing down the recipe, was also filled with anger. What, you can’t say it well if I write it down, but you can’t say it well when I write it down, but what I said is so clear and logical that no one can refute it!

I still don't believe it.

After Yun Qianqian finished writing this recipe, he turned his pen and wrote a special recipe.

The ones I wrote before are all widely circulated, which means that all herbal medicine masters will know the formulas as long as they reach her level. But the next one is her own creation.

No one knows except her.

These are the things that real masters keep secret. Even when cooking, they must be kept strictly confidential and no one is allowed to watch.

Yun Qianqian wrote it out of anger, but she actually regretted it as soon as she started writing. This is a truly precious thing. She kept telling herself: "Just this one, let that proud Shuaibi see what I am capable of, huh?"

!”

"Huh? No, what was I thinking? This guy is not handsome at all! Yes, not handsome."

But as soon as this recipe was written out, Song Zheng behind him spoke again: "Well, this recipe is a bit interesting, but it can only be regarded as a bit interesting. You see, two of the ingredients are a bit superfluous. Replace it with

…”

Du Twelve's eyes widened. He immediately recognized it. This was the "Qingyun Treasure Soup" that Yun Qianqian had become famous for! This recipe...is this little girl's head wet? She actually wrote it down.

!

He glanced at his husband subconsciously, his heart filled with sadness and he couldn't stop it. It seemed that this girl didn't want to leave, she had to stay and compete with me for her husband.

Yun Qianqian was about to explode with anger. Her little chest was heaving. She squeezed the barrel of the pen tightly with her bare hands. The formula she had painstakingly studied was said to be useless... but it couldn't be considered useless. After all, he also said it was "a bit interesting."

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Why is there a little pride of recognition in the anger?

Yun Qianqian! She yelled in her heart, reminding herself that the other party was an enemy, a demon, harsh and mean, not caring at all...

What Song Zheng said seemed to be correct when she thought about it carefully. After such improvements, her Qingyun Bao Tang suddenly improved to a higher level, and its effect increased by at least 40%.

But this cannot hide his abomination!

She suddenly put down the brush with force and said to Du Twelve angrily: "Go away."

"Oh." Du Twelve agreed. He had a higher status than him in Baizhan City. Now he obviously wanted to write down some precious formula, so he had to avoid suspicion.

After Twelve had left, Yun Qianqian grabbed a brush and quickly wrote out another formula. She was very proud of the formula, which she came up with after sitting comfortably in bed for three days. She thought it was a formula.

A very high-end golden formula with absolutely no room for improvement. She swore in the name of the master of gluttonous beautiful girls.

But as soon as he wrote it, Song Zheng said: "This one seems better than the one just now, but there are some conceptual problems..."

The hair all over Yun Qianqian's body stood up, and Du Twelve, who had already walked away, burst into tears: It's over, it's over, let's talk about ideas, Yun Qianqian can't run away.

Yun Qianqian slammed the brush on the table, and ink flew everywhere: "Tell me, why is there something wrong with the concept?"

Song Zheng gave her a different look. As for what, she looked like a quiet girl, but she turned out to be a bad-tempered girl.

He said to Song Xiaotian, who was looking up at his little face: "Don't imitate this sister. Girls should be quiet and elegant..."

"Hurry up and tell me!" Yun Qianqian was really furious and wanted to rush up and grab this hateful guy by the neck.

"Oh," Song Zheng said slowly: "Let me tell you, medicated diet cannot be simply regarded as a kind of food..." Yun Qianqian was confused when she listened. It seemed... It makes sense, but it seems...

…It’s really different from my previous ideas.

Heresies!

But why do you feel that this is a broader world?

I had a vague feeling before that the path of medicated diet seemed to be coming to an end soon. I was a little complacent at first, but it turned out... maybe it was because the path of medicated diet itself was too short.

Song Zheng said, she listened blankly, then turned her head to look at Du Twelve in the distance with some numbness, and understood the reason why Du Twelve was willing to stay here.

When Du Twelve saw this look in his eyes, he suddenly felt hopeless: It's over, it's really over now.

Song Zheng was talking. Anyway, Du Twelve had already mentioned these theories once, and now that he is retelling them, they seem even more exciting. Yun Qianqian suddenly smiled sweetly, lowering her eyebrows in an extremely well-behaved way: "Master, do you want a beautiful little maid?

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Song Zheng: "Huh?"
Chapter completed!