Mao Mao was already eating her snacks beautifully to the side, munching while watching Nian Bing's movements.
Silver light reappeared in Nian Bing's hand, followed by the dropping of several dark green objects, as large as fists, into the pot. Xi Lu roughly counted them; there were indeed dozens. Nian Bing's left hand flickered with flame, and the stove immediately heated up. Under the rapid heating of his Fire Magic, a large half-pot of clear water began to boil in no time. His fingers flicked repeatedly; several streaks of green Wind Element drifted into the pot, shredding those dark green things finely. Instantly, the clear water in the pot had turned into a dark green broth, and a pungent, fishy smell wafted out, causing Xi Lu to slightly frown and involuntarily retreat a few steps backward.
