The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 52 - 50 The Treatment of Biluochun Tea

52: Chapter 50: The Treatment of Biluochun Tea

52 -50: The Treatment of Biluochun Tea

“What?” Su Niang looked puzzled, her hand gripping her apron as a sudden uneasy feeling rose within her.

Su Mo pointed outside to where Jianxiong was sitting and continued, “My brother heard through the grapevine that the prison is going to send Hao Hu to kill all the civilians, and he said you are a good person, so he specifically told me to come and warn you.”

“What!” Su Niang froze, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground: “Li Qian never told me about this.”

“Li Qian might not know about it either.

Isn’t there not much grain left in the storehouse?” Su Mo caught her, helping her to sit on a stool and catch her breath.

“Yes…” Su Niang lowered her head, tears swirling in her eyes: “Since the supermarket’s storehouse was gone, the food they bring back decreases daily.

Most of the crops in the fields are newly planted; it won’t support so many people for long.”

“Ah…

what can we do?” Su Mo sighed, patting the woman’s back in consolation, a glimmer of determination flashing in her eyes.

“I even went to the prison, about a hundred people, they plan to kill them all, and then our own people will take their place, they say it saves food,” Su Mo sighed again.

Su Niang’s body curled up, her hands covering her face in agony: “This can’t be happening.

I serve them diligently every day, and so do all the ordinary people like me.”

“I understand, Su Niang, I will try my best to protect you.

I’m just afraid that Li Qian is also in danger,” Su Mo’s face was also filled with sorrow as she crouched beside her, gently leaning against her: “They are too cruel.”

Her words were like a bolt from the blue for Su Niang.

“You better go back, miss, I want to be alone,” she said, supporting herself against the wall to stand up, her emotions low.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Su Mo did not object, instead, she comforted her by patting the woman’s rough hands before turning around and leaving with Jianxiong.

“Now, it’s all up to whether this woman pulls through,” she whispered softly.

“What are you and the boss planning?” Jianxiong scratched his head as he walked beside her, always feeling that the two were conspiring something.

“It’s not plotting, more like a meeting of minds,” Su Mo said with a smile, although she also didn’t know what Lu Chen was up to, she was sure it was not something bad.

“Alright then, I’ll just wait and see what you two are up to.”

She led Jianxiong back to the dormitory.

The painful cries next door had ceased; she shrugged her shoulders, pushed open the door, and led him inside.

After locking the door, she went straight to the table and took out a set of brand new teaware she had never used before.

Scattered pieces set up on the table.

“What is this?” Jianxiong sat down by the chair, his large eyes dazzled by the pink, assorted teaware, endless questions bubbling inside him.

“Making tea~” Su Mo winked mysteriously at him, pulling out a can of Biluochun tea from the system bag, beside which the small corpse-like little compartments made her face scrunch up in disgust.

She was determined to throw out these items, which had cost countless lives, once they went out the day after tomorrow.

“Little sister knows how to do this?” Jianxiong couldn’t relate to such a refined and amusing task; he casually picked up a dainty cup to examine it, with its gem-like red stone inlaid around the rim and intricate, pale pink patterns covering it, and the handle glittering translucently.

“Must have cost a pretty penny,” Jianxiong touched here and there, showing great interest.

“Sure did,” she had gotten it in exchange for 100 zombie lottery draws, so it couldn’t have been cheap.

Su Mo moved the petite, exquisite teapot in front of her; there were still two bottles of mineral water that Lu Chen had left in the morning on the table.

She opened the lid of the pot and directly poured some tea leaves into it.

“Would you like to start brewing tea?”

“This…” she hadn’t even added water yet when the prompt appeared?

Su Mo observed the body of the pot for a moment, then she clicked yes, figuring she might as well experiment since she didn’t know how to brew tea.

“Please select temperature control.”

Her vision was filled once more with the appearance of a thermometer that allowed her to freely select the temperature inside the pot.

“How high-tech,” she muttered unconsciously and casually turned the thermometer to the ninety degrees Celsius mark.

Jianxiong, sitting beside her, had no clue what she was pointing at in the air, but having had the experience of eating meat, he knew it must be something good again.

[Start brewing tea, please close the lid]

Following the instructions, Su Mo closed the lid, and a rumbling sound began inside the pot, like it was gathering water.

A countdown timer appeared at the top of the pot, and she crouched down, her ear against the pot, clearly feeling the temperature of the pot wall gradually rising.

Jianxiong was shocked beyond words, he fiddled with a small exquisite cup in his hands, his gaze fixed entirely on the teapot.

Delicate wisps of hot steam were rising from the spout of the pot.

“Little sister…

you must be sent by the immortals,” he said.

This system had completely surpassed Jianxiong’s understanding, as the meat alone had been enough to astonish him, but now it was even more so.

Su Mo did not reply to his comment and stared intently at the countdown on top of the pot, immediately arranging the cups Jianxiong had been playing with into rows, and at the zero moment, she lifted the pot handle and poured four cups of tea in succession.

The panel in front of her refreshed the attributes, and the status bonus below completely dumbfounded her.

[Name]: Ordinary Fragrant Biluochun Tea (collected)

[Used materials]: Biluochun Tea

[Skill Level]: 20%

[Flavor score]: 3 (out of 10; higher scores mean more bonus points)

[Status bonus]: Heals basic external wounds

“Is this a case of a blind cat running into a dead rat…” Su Mo carefully cradled a cup of tea, looking it over from left to right, unable to spot any difference from tea made with ordinary boiled water.

“What do you mean?” Jianxiong, not hearing Su Mo’s panel, leaned in closer to the teacup and scrutinized, “Isn’t it just ordinary tea leaves brewed?”

“Try it and you’ll know,” Su Mo set down the cup, climbed up to the top bunk, and fetched the Tang Blade from the corner.

She raised the blade to swipe across her delicate pale arm.

“What are you doing!” Jianxiong exclaimed, pulling her hand back sharply, “Why harm yourself when you’re perfectly fine?”

“Oh, I just wanted to test the effect of this tea,” Su Mo struggled to get Jianxiong to release her, but her arm remained firmly in his grip.

“Then use mine,” he firmly disagreed with Su Mo cutting her own arm.

Not to mention the girl’s tender skin, if their leader came back and saw her hurting herself, who knows what he’d say.

He stretched his sturdy, dark arm in front of her: “Cut here.”

“….” Su Mo rolled her eyes but didn’t refuse.

She did not dare to cut too deep, merely scratching a shallow line of blood with the Tang Blade.

After the bloodshed, Su Mo immediately tossed the blade aside and picked up the small tea cup from the table, “Drink this.”

The slight pain was as negligible as a mosquito bite to Jianxiong, who gulped down the tea and handed back the cup to her.

Su Mo took the tea cup and, holding his arm, asked anxiously, “Do you feel anything?”

“Hmm…

it’s a bit itchy,” Jianxiong also looked down at his hand where there was an itchy feeling of flesh regenerating.

Realizing this, his heart leaped, “Let me wipe off the blood!”

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