After drinking a bowl of medicine, my stomach was full, not hungry at all.
Li Zhiyuan went to the second floor first to find Grandma Liu.
"Awake?"
"Yes, awake."
Liu Yumei didn't blame the young man for not taking care of his body anymore because she knew it well; the cost of overdraft during Walking Yin was nothing, and it could even be considered a blessing.
"Next time, let that Meng Meng carry some herbs with her so she can brew them for you directly."
"Alright."
The herbs can be carried, but the brewing of the medicine shouldn't be left to her.
Given Yin Meng's current chaotic understanding of toxic fog, Li Zhiyuan was worried that after drinking the medicine she brewed while unconscious, he might never wake up again.
"Take good rest."
"Yes, Grandma."
Going downstairs, he greeted Aunt Liu in the kitchen.
Aunt Liu was washing the pot used for brewing medicine, and Uncle Qin was there sharpening a kitchen knife.
"Hungry?" Aunt Liu asked with a mischievous smile.
