"I'll take one bottle," Yue'er said with a bright smile, pulling out ten gold coins and handing them to the old woman.
"Good, good, good, do you want this one, or would you like me to squeeze another for you?" the old woman asked kindly.
"Just this one!" Yue'er replied, recalling how she'd watched the old woman milk the sheep just moments before, assuring herself there'd be no issues with freshness.
"All right, dear. Take it, and give it to your parents to boil. It'll taste even better with a little salt," the old woman suggested.
"Yes, I know," Yue'er affirmed, a memory of having tried it before flashing through her mind.
Clutching the bottle of spirit sheep's milk, she then spent a few more gold coins to borrow the kitchen of a nearby restaurant. There, she boiled the milk, drank a satisfying bowl, and carefully packed the remainder for her journey.
