"Good, good, very good."
At Hundred Herbs Hall in Changzhou, Mr. Zhao praised the newly prepared medicinal materials before him: "Our Chinese medicine emphasizes family tradition. Look, there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. The medicinal materials prepared by Doctor Xiao's direct granddaughter are the best I've seen in my life."
"Grandfather, isn't your grandson amazing?"
Zhao Minghua quickly leaned in, clearly seeking praise.
Zhao Mingqing simply couldn't look: This third brother of his has always been someone who seizes any opportunity to climb up.
"The medicinal materials were prepared by Miss Xiao, what greatness did you contribute?" The old man chuckled in exasperation: "If you're so great, why don't you prepare some yourself? Let me ask you, what are the methods of preparing medicinal materials?"
"Grandfather, please don't test me."
Was the old man planning to kill the conversation abruptly!
