Even though Chen Ye was always busy with other matters, he still perfectly completed the herb garden management tasks assigned by Steward Sun.
"Steward Chen, these two apprentices of yours are truly the treasures of the Herb Pavilion!" Steward Sun held Chen Ye's hand, his old face full of reluctance.
During this month, the two apprentices had long become the mascots of the Herb Pavilion.
Chen Ye was a bit proud.
These two little girls of his were both adorable and sensible, and hardworking… Who wouldn't like them?
Hearing the praise, Qing Jun puffed up her small chest proudly, her little face full of spirit, and didn't forget to pull a funny face at her master.
Zhiwei, on the other hand, was much more reserved. She respectfully bowed to Steward Sun and the pharmacists who came to see them off: "Thank you for your guidance during these days, Zhiwei has benefited greatly."
