How to become a mermaid

Chapter 56 How to Make Potion

The equipment that Planck took out seemed to be used for cooking by Shaman Lair.

In Shamanleir's imagination, making potions should be like doing some kind of mysterious experiment.

Put a bunch of ingredients into a small crucible, boil it until it bubbles, and then stir it with a stirring rod, the potion will smoke, and then gradually fuse, turning into a clear and translucent potion.

As a result, Samantel saw that Planck took out a large iron pot similar to the one used for earth cooking, a large spoon, and even... there was something white like grease.

"[Floating]" Planck touched the cauldron and let it float in the air.

"First...put...in...black...pine...wood." As Planck explained, he placed a pitch-black basin under the cauldron, and added a few black sticks into the basin.

"Light...fire, pre-heat...pot...pot!" While speaking, Planck lit the fire.

Soon, the wooden sticks in the basin began to burn, emitting a light blue flame.

"Is it at a high temperature?" Seeing that the color of burning wood was different from that of ordinary wood, Samantel asked curiously.

According to the knowledge he had learned before, the redder the color of the flame, the lower the temperature, and the whiter and bluer the flame, the higher the temperature.

However, this is not necessarily accurate, because certain substances will emit a flame of a certain color when burned.

Shamanel wondered if the blue flames were due to the high temperature, or if the wood was that color when it burned.

"Black...pine...wood...burns...it's...very...hot, you can't...get close to it!" Plank said solemnly.

As if to verify his words, the cauldron floating on the basin was quickly heated by the fire, and the bottom became obviously red.

Seeing this phenomenon, Planck made another move.

"Dig...a...spoonful...of powder...fin...whale...oil...and pour it into...the pot..." Planck picked up the big iron spoon, and dug a solid amount from the oil barrel placed on the table. tablespoon of grease.

These fats are solid, and the white flowers look very fatty.

After touching the hot iron pan, the fat on the spoon was melted immediately, turning into clear liquid oil like water.

What's more amazing is that the oil doesn't boil at such a high temperature, only a few small bubbles bulge out.

Planck put down the big spoon, took out a small package from his pocket, and after unpacking it, there were a bunch of plants of various shapes inside.

These should be the ingredients for the potion he went down to choose just now.

"Add...into...three...fish...tails...grass." Plank picked up three blue plants with leaves that looked like fish tails with his fingers, and threw them into the pot casually.

"Stir...fry...until...change...color." With a jingling sound, Plank started to stir fry evenly in the pot with a large spoon.

After about 2 minutes, the blue houndstooth began to slowly turn black.

"This... degree... degree... it's... okay, no... can't... fry... paste." Seeing that the color of the hives had changed, Planck took them out of the pot with a spoon and threw them aside plate.

Hearing that Plank said it was fried, Shamanlael had the desire to complain.

Where are you making potions?You are cooking here!
"Stir...the oil...stir...stir...stir...until...it changes...color." After taking out the hound grass, Planck stirred it smoothly in the pot with a spoon, and almost picked it up twice.

And as he stirred it, the originally transparent oil gradually took on a seawater-like light blue color.

Seeing the discoloration, Plank nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the small package containing the potion ingredients, and poured the contents into the pot.

"Okay...well, put...other...other...materials...all...into...the pot...."

After pouring all these things in, he started to stir fry again.

Turquoise smoke gradually emerged from the pot.

"Cough... cough..." Planck was choked, and he tilted his head back and continued to stir in the pot.

"Fry...until...no...smoke...for...you need...need...not...stop...stir...stir...fry, can't...can't...paste the pot!"

Hearing Planck utter the cooking terms one after another, Shaman Lear was already unable to complain. He lay in the fish tank, propping his head with his hands to watch Planck stir-fry, ah no, it was making potions.

The green smoke rose more and more, almost covering the entire room in green, like a poisonous gas swamp.

Fortunately, Samantel was in the fish tank, he couldn't smell the smell, and Planck was the only one who suffered.

"Ahem..." Planck coughed while turning in the pot.

After about seven or eight minutes, the green mist gradually stopped coming out of the pot, and it didn't take long for the reaction to stop completely.

The plants in the pot have disappeared, and the blue oil that was originally as clear as the sea has turned into a pot of ashes.

"Are you sure it's not mushy?" Shamanlael asked with a puzzled expression as he looked at the pot with something of a strange color.

"No...yes! It's...fuzzy...smoke...it's...red...color...!" Plank replied seriously.

Hearing what he said, the corners of Shamanlael's mouth twitched and he didn't say anything else.

Planck didn't care either, and continued with his steps.

He picked up the eye of the three-eyed peregrine that was set aside, grabbed it with both hands, and squeezed it hard.

There was only a sound of "cracking", and the eyes that were still able to turn and move were instantly squeezed, and the eyeballs burst open, and the gray-white juice dripped from the inside, and fell into the cauldron.

"Add...into...three...eyes...perine...falcon...eyes...concentrate...concentrate...liquid."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." Planck squeezed the dilapidated eyeball vigorously with his hands, making it howl.

He also changed several positions in the middle, the eyeballs were squeezed into a paste, and the gray-white tissue was all glued to Planck's hand, but he was still squeezing vigorously, which was bound to squeeze out the moisture inside.

Probably nothing more could be squeezed out, so he threw the eyeball into the plate next to it, and wiped his hands covered with eye residue with the bag of medicinal materials just now.

"Forgot...prepare...towel...towel...and...water, it's...a bit...dirty, you...don't...don't...mind."

Different from the simple and rough movements in the hands, Plank and Shamanlell always had a simple and honest smile on their faces when they talked.

"It's okay!" Hearing Planck's words, Shamanlear shook his head violently.

He didn't dare to mind, just watching Planck's movements made his eyes hurt, as if it was his own eyes that were being squeezed.

"Hooh~hooh~" Planck let out a hearty laugh.

With his hands mostly wiped clean, Plank continued to stir the pot with his large spoon.

If the contents of the pot were gray before, after adding the eye juice of the peregrine falcon, it turned into a pot of black and muddy things.

Planck kept stirring, and the oil in the pot began to bubble densely, as if it was about to boil.

After several minutes of simmering in the hot oil, the blackness gradually turning red, Planck removed the cauldron from the heat.

He pointed to a metal plate on the table, and said to Shamanlael: "It's almost...almost...let it stand...until it's...cold...cool, use...this...one...east...west...turn...two ...Next, the potion...is...prepared...well...!"

Hearing Planck's words, Samantel looked curiously at the disc on the table, not understanding how it could turn these red pastes into clear potions.

After waiting for 10 minutes, the red paste had cooled down, and Plank revealed the answer to Shaman Lair.

He poured all the red paste into two large glass tubes that looked like test tubes, sealed the tops of them, and picked up the disc that was on the table.

The disk is just an ordinary metal disk, even a little rusty, with a rotating metal rod on it, which looks like a pointer.

However, the two ends of the metal rod are not pointed, but several clips like buckles.

Planck placed the two glass tubes containing the potion paste on either side of the metal rod, clamped them in place, and held them in his hand.

"【swirl】!"

As his words fell, Shamanlaer saw a ball of water slowly condense in Planck's hand, covering the pointer and glass tube of the disc.

Then, the water polo suddenly began to spin at a high speed.

The pointer on the disk kept rotating at a high speed along with the water waves, and the glass tube buckled on it was almost thrown out of the afterimage.

Seeing this scene, a familiar picture suddenly flashed in Shamanleir's mind.

He seems to have known the glass tube running at high speed.

Wait... This is a simple version of the centrifuge!

Planck can not only cook, but also molecular cuisine?
(End of this chapter)