"That's great, Brother Wang, hurry and make the medicine powder for me." Hao Wentao was sweating profusely; the safety of that thing was at stake, no one could remain calm.
Wang Dadong chuckled, "Actually, the ingredients are simple. Bring paper and pen, I'll write it down for you. Just mix it accordingly."
Hao Wentao quickly handed over his notebook and pen to Wang Dadong.
Wang Dadong wrote a heap on it.
When Wang Dadong returned the notebook to Hao Wentao, Hao Wentao's face turned green.
The notebook read: chili powder 50 grams, Sichuan pepper powder 20 grams, black pepper powder 15 grams, sesame oil 5 grams, vinegar 10 grams, soy sauce 15 grams, chili oil 10 grams...
These things were certainly not medicine powder; they were actually condiments. It didn't even need a thought to realize what could happen if these were applied to that thing.
"Wang, Brother Wang, you're not joking, right?" The sweat on Hao Wentao's face increased.
