Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2342: Ancestral Secret Recipe

Yin Xirou gazes at the crowd’s ravenous eyes, her brows furrow slightly, seeming somewhat displeased.

Her beautiful eyes glance around impatiently as she asks, "Where is the spirit meal that needs to be tested?"

The deputy manager, already grinning shamelessly, approaches with a face that blooms like a sunflower, pointing to the large pot in front of Ye Haochuan as he says, "I apologize for the inconvenience, Alchemist Yin, but everyone’s well-being is at stake, so I must be thorough."

Yin Xirou nods lightly, slowly moving to stand before the large pot in front of Ye Haochuan.

Hua Biqiao, originally standing by the pot, is already feeling ashamed and obediently hiding behind Ye Haochuan, not daring to share the same frame with Yin Xirou.

Yin Xirou’s delicate nose smells the air, immediately catching a rich medicinal scent, and a touch of shock appears on her previously expressionless face.

She eagerly scoops a small spoonful of the spirit meal into her mouth, savoring it carefully.

With every taste, her eyes grow brighter, and she can’t help but eat several more bites.

Oh dear, you’re here to identify truth from falsehood, not to dine!

Off to the side, the deputy manager’s mouth twitches involuntarily as he softly coughs and asks, "Alchemist Yin, what’s your opinion on this spirit meal?"

Yin Xirou seems to only just realize her lapse, and she coughs dryly before asking, "Who brewed this spirit meal?"

"Beautiful lady, it was me!"

Before the deputy manager can respond, Ye Haochuan interjects ahead.

Yin Xirou is quite upset by Ye Haochuan’s flirtatious address, her beautiful eyes laced with anger as she coldly inquires, "How did you manage to brew it?"

"Well... it’s a family secret recipe, it can’t be shared!" Ye Haochuan strikes a pose of difficulty.

"What family secret recipe, I think there’s a guilty conscience you’re hiding!"

The chubby man linked to the chamber pot takes every opportunity to mock Ye Haochuan.

Ye Haochuan ignores him and instead asks Yin Xirou, "Beautiful lady, do you think there’s any issue with my spirit meal?"

"None!"

Although Yin Xirou doesn’t like Ye Haochuan’s flippancy, she won’t lie over it, and she doesn’t forget to explain.

"Not only is there no problem with this spirit meal, but its medicinal efficacy is the strongest I’ve ever seen, comparable to some rank two mysterious pills."

Upon hearing this, a gasp of astonishment rises around them.

The existence of spirit meals is to compensate for the severely low pill formation rate in alchemy, sacrificing the high efficacy of mysterious pills to pursue a one hundred percent success rate with spirit meals.

But now, before their eyes, sits a pot of spirit meal comparable to rank two mysterious pills, almost overturning their understanding of spirit meals.

"Is it really that incredible?"

The chubby man mocking Ye Haochuan and the deputy manager exclaim in unison.

"Are you suggesting I’m lying?" Thinly veiled anger shows between Yin Xirou’s brows.

"Not at all, not at all!"

The two of them break into cold sweats and quickly wave their hands.

Are you kidding? They don’t even dare provoke ordinary official disciples, let alone question a Pill Master treasured by the entire West Peak and even the entire South Sect.

"I say, chamber pot comrade, when do you plan to take office?"

Ye Haochuan chuckles sarcastically, looking at the chubby man with whom he made a bet.

"I... well..."

The chubby man is already dumbfounded; he never imagined that Ye Haochuan’s pot of spirit meal, without a trace of medicinal ingredients, would receive such high praise from Yin Xirou.

"Hey, look at you, I haven’t even filled it with urine yet, and you’re already overflowing!"

Seeing the chubby man’s sweaty head, Ye Haochuan laughs, "Enough, I think you’d better forget about the chamber pot job."

The chubby man hears Ye Haochuan’s mockery and instead of getting angry, he looks relieved, and shamefully scampers away.

"You still haven’t told me how you brewed this spirit meal!"

Yin Xirou looks at Ye Haochuan, persistently questioning.

"I’ve already said it’s a family secret recipe. If you become my wife, I might consider telling you!" Ye Haochuan winks and grins.

"Who’s this shameless rascal, looking for a beating?"

Yin Xirou’s face instantly clouds with anger, seething with fury.

"Hey, you shouldn’t say such things lightly!"

Ye Haochuan feigns innocence: "A family secret recipe, something only family can know. If you’re not family, and I tell you, my ancestors would be so angry they’d haunt me."

"You..." Yin Xirou is momentarily at a loss for words.

Whether before joining the South Sect or after, she was always pampered, and no one ever dared to play games around her.

The problem is, even while being flirty, he somehow has a point, leaving her unable to refute.

She glares at Ye Haochuan in frustration, eventually biting her lip and reluctantly departing.

In reality, given her status, she could just have Ye Haochuan captured and interrogated, especially with the South Sect having little concern for an outer sect disciple.

But she’s not one to oppress others, so she has no choice but to tolerate Ye Haochuan’s "bullying".

It’s been ages since I’ve teased an innocent girl like this—luckily, I’ve still got my charm!

Ye Haochuan chuckles quietly to himself.

Since arriving in the Immortal Realm, he hasn’t been this carefree.

Not that he’s "changed his ways", he simply hasn’t found suitable targets.

One has to admit, this so-called Immortal Realm lacks in terms of beautiful resources compared to Earth!

Ye Haochuan’s flirtation with the goddess stirs anger in several male cultivators, eyeing him as if they want to tear him apart.

However, they’re quickly distracted, refocusing their attention on the spirit meal.

A goddess is indeed important, but it’s a lofty pursuit; nothing is as tangible as the benefits the spirit meal brings.

With Yin Xirou validating the quality, there’s no concern left about the spirit meal’s safety, but soon a new problem arises—not enough spirit meal!

A small pot of spirit meal hardly suffices for hundreds, if not thousands of people, and the bottom of Ye Haochuan’s pot is licked clean, more spotless than after washing.

Wow, where’s the air of these masters gone?

Everyone around the Spirit Meal Room is taken aback.

Usually, these official disciples hold their heads high, walking around with pride, gazing at the sky at forty-five degrees.

But now, they resemble dogs spotting meat buns; some fight over spirit meal, tearing their clothes along the way.

"Gone, how is it already gone?"

Those cultivators who didn’t get a share of the spirit meal gaze at the pot’s bottom pitifully, then at Ye Haochuan, with eyes as resentful as neglected wives.

"Everyone, the spirit meal from Unit Thirteen has been distributed, but there’s more from other Pot Stove Rooms, you can..." the deputy manager tries advising.

"What the hell, with such excellent spirit meal available, who wants to eat garbage?"

The deputy manager’s words provoke curses: "You’re really something as deputy manager, why is there so little good spirit meal, yet so much trash cooked? Tell me, did you embezzle the medicinal ingredients?"

The deputy manager is instantly terrified, weak in the knees; he knows the significance of this spirit meal better than anyone, and being accused of embezzlement would definitely get him punished severely.