Under normal circumstances, a sudden kowtow from Lu Jingxing would have startled Zhu Yu, but at this moment, her ears only caught one phrase—"loss of smell."
Lu Qing was evidently the same: "You say you lost your sense of smell overnight? How did that happen?"
Lu Jingxing lifted his head, his gaze somewhat bewildered, seemingly prepared for this Lord Imperial Censor to investigate the Lu Family's distillery for monopolistic practices. However, when the other party asked about something else, he found himself momentarily at a loss.
"This occurred without any warning, as if it just happened overnight." He seemed dazed, as though he too found his response unbelievably absurd. "Everything was fine, and then that morning, when I got up for breakfast, the food didn't taste right, and I thought the cook was being lazy and not doing a good job.
