"If you guys want to eat something delicious, hurry up. Otherwise, there won't be enough time for us to waste," Nangong Beiying helped Qin Xue with the seasoning and then shouted, otherwise, by the time they slowly finish making it, who knows when it'll be.
"Got it, young lady." Everyone picked up the pace after hearing Nangong Beiying's words.
They also remembered they were leaving the Qins' village in the afternoon, so if they were slow, it really wouldn't do. So everyone put in a lot of effort.
"Xuexue, aren't you making too much of this?" Nangong Beiying looked at the bottles and jars in Qin Xue's hands; there was indeed too much seasoning.
"It's fine. Once I'm done, anything left can be used at home, and she'll have ready-made ingredients whenever she wants to eat. It saves trouble." Qin Xue thought that making spices was pretty troublesome, with various spices needing to be ground into powder, and having too many varieties was quite laborious.
