SIZZLE, SIZZLE, SIZZLE...
The moment the golden fire ignited, the herbs in the pan began to slowly melt, and a thick, medicinal fragrance wafted through the air.
Under Qin Fan's unblinking gaze, over a million dollars' worth of precious herbs in the pan eventually melted into a pool of liquid under the heat of the golden fire. But Qin Fan didn't move just yet, allowing the fire to continue its work. The concoction transitioned from solid to liquid, then thickened into a viscous paste.
As the fragrance filled the room, Qin Fan finally moved. He leisurely picked up a spatula and began to stir and toss the contents of the pan. There wasn't the slightest acrid, burning smell; in fact, even the smoke rising from the pan carried a deeply refreshing aroma.
