Food: Who uses an electric rice cooker to make elixirs?

After sending off the first wave of disciples, Zhu Fan welcomed several more disciples who basically replicated the previous actions - they came because of the fragrance, were amazed by the food, ate voraciously, wanted another bowl, and begged (after being rejected)...

As a last resort, Zhu Fan simply set up a board, wrote down the amount each person could get every day, and asked each senior brother and sister to bring their own container to pack up and take away. The senior brothers and sisters who came later did not have containers on hand, so they reluctantly ran back to the sect to get containers, and repeatedly asked Zhu Fan to keep their share, so there were scenes that the mountain-guarding disciples could not understand.

Zhu Fan sighed, then filled another bowl and handed it to a senior brother.

The senior brother had already drunk two bowls from him, so he should have been allowed to take it away, but the senior brother's words left Zhu Fan speechless.——

"I understand the good intentions of my junior brother. He didn't want us to continue drinking just because he didn't want to waste the medicinal power.

But junior brother, according to what the elder said, as long as these three servings are handed out to us, your task will be completed. Then you can also deal with your share of the soup in your own way, right?"

This senior brother not only had a good reason, but also was very sensible. He stuffed all kinds of spiritual stones and fruits into Zhu Fan's hands, under the pretext of developing friendship with fellow disciples at first sight.

Zhu Fan refused for a long time, but his cultivation level could not match that of his senior brother, so he was forced to accept it.

Anyway, what this senior brother said seemed to make sense. As long as everyone was given three servings, the task would be completed, and they could drink whenever they wanted.

So, when others were running away, this senior brother sat down after drinking two bowls, and savored the third bowl slowly and carefully.

"Blood-replenishing pills are everywhere, but this bowl of soup from Junior Brother is rare in the world. If it is left to cool and the taste is affected, it will be a huge waste! How can such a delicious taste be desecrated for the trivial matter of healing and replenishing blood?"

While tasting the soup happily, the Senior Brother praised his own wit.

When he finished drinking and licking the bowl, the first wave of people who went back to get the container came back in a mighty manner.

""Junior brother, we are back!"

Zhu Fan looked over when he heard the voice, and then his eyes widened.

It was normal for the disciples in the body-building realm to hold pots and pans.

What's wrong with the one holding a bucket? Who drinks soup with a bucket?

Compared to Zhu Fan's speechlessness, more disciples glared at the physical cultivators.——

"It's too much for you to bring a water jar over here!"

"What do you know? We physical practitioners usually use water tanks to drink water, so it’s normal to use water tanks to hold soup!"

"Then what the hell are you doing carrying a water trough here?"

"Yes, I was born in the year of the horse, and I love to drink water with this!"

Seeing that several brothers were about to fight, Zhu Fan hurriedly stopped them.——

"Brothers, the quantity of the quota is fixed, even if the container is large, it won't work!"

Nonsense, after this jar is consumed, he will have no more in the pot, how can he distribute it to others!

"I wish you more, brother~ I really need this~~~"A senior sister flirted with Zhu Fanming.

Ignoring the wash basin in her hand, the scene was still very beautiful.

Zhu Fan's mouth twitched. Who could drink soup from a wash basin?

The plan of everyone holding the wash basin failed, and several senior brothers and sisters used other methods to persuade him.——

"Junior brother Zhu, I am a physical practitioner, I need to take more blood-nourishing pills for them to be effective, can you give me more?"

"Senior Brother Zhu, I'm just getting started, so weak~ If I get hurt, I could easily die, crying~ Senior Brother Qiuqiu, please give me more life-saving medicine, 嘤嘤嘤~ (っ•́ω•̩̥̀ c)"

"Junior Brother Zhu, I just picked up these spiritual fruits from your feet. You must have dropped them by accident, right? Come on, collect them quickly.——"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, brother Zhu, look, this spiritual stone was also dropped by you, right? Put it away quickly.——"

Finally, Zhu Fan, who was forced to collect a lot of things, promised to give everyone the maximum amount of soup.

Zhu Fan took out the soup spoon and said to the brothers:

"One spoonful is one bowl of soup. According to the maximum amount, one more spoonful is given to each person, which means four bowls. We really can’t have more!"

Everyone:"Yes, yes, yes!"

Then a senior brother suddenly raised his hand:"Junior brother, let us serve the soup ourselves, it won’t be hard for you!"

Zhu Fan thought about it, and since the quantity was fixed anyway, he agreed to this senior brother’s request.

Then, Zhu Fan saw this senior brother take the soup spoon, and as soon as he got it in his hand, he shouted in an extremely exaggerated acting:

"Oh no, my spiritual power is out of control——"

‘With a bang, the wooden spoon was burned to ashes.

Zhu Fan:?!

Then, another senior brother said angrily:

"You are too careless! What are you going to use to serve the soup without a spoon now?"

Then a white light flashed in his hand, and he took out a 'spoon' from the storage ring and handed it over:

"Fortunately, I happened to have a spoon, so I'll use it to scoop up the soup!"

Zhu Fan looked at the big ladle used to scoop the vegetables, and his face was filled with black lines.

That big ladle was at least as big as two or three soup spoons!

I'm really impressed by these old guys...

Zhu Fan was about to speak, but the senior brother from before made another move:

"Junior brother, I see that your shoe prints are special. You must have drawn this talisman by stepping on it, right?"

Zhu Fan:"

What the hell, shoe prints can make talismans! Aren't you afraid of being beaten up by the talisman master when you say that?

The outrageous thing is that the other senior brothers and sisters are all nodding:

"Looks like it, very much like it!"

"Then this formation plate was also created by my junior brother!"

"Zhu Fan , who was forced to collect a lot of things, said:"……Senior brother, this time the quantity is fixed, and there are many fellow brothers who also want to receive it!"

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Junior Brother Zhu!"

Many senior brothers and sisters stopped making troubles for fear of offending Zhu Fan.

Anyway, the amount of soup has doubled from three bowls! A huge profit!

The senior brother who sat in front of Zhu Fan and did not take the container felt that he had lost a lot, and his face was full of pain:

"Why didn't I think of that? I'm so stupid——"

Then he looked at Zhu Fan with hope and longing eyes:

""Brother Zhu, I will never lag behind others in my life, I just hope to have the same amount as others!"

Zhu Fan saw that he had nothing in his hands:"But brother, you don't have a container?"

Then he saw the brother whooshed over to line up, pointing at his face happily:"It's okay, brother, you can just dunk it in my mouth!"

Zhu Fan:"Fuck!"

As the people who had left before returned one after another, more and more people lined up, and the soup was about to run out, and the people behind were anxious.——

"Brother, I haven't——"

""Leave some, leave some!"

But when it was their turn to serve the soup, they filled a large scoop and held their breath when they lifted it up, fearing that a drop would spill out if they shook it.

In the end, the last bowl was served away in front of the grief-stricken eyes of the people in the back row. The man even planned to get into the pot and lick the bottom.……

"You bastard! Shut up!——"

"Let me lick it! Let me lick Junior Brother Zhu's soup!"

The front of the team started fighting, and they all rushed to get into the pot.

Zhu Fan was afraid that these people would squeeze the inner pot of the rice cooker and crack it, so he had to stop the chaotic crowd again and promised to stew another pot of soup immediately.

"Great!"

"Long live my junior brother!"

"Bah, how can you curse Junior Brother Zhu like this? Junior Brother Zhu is such a genius with a promising future, how can you just say"Long Live"?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I wish you eternal immortality and eternal life!"

Zhu Fan:...Thank you!