Su Muyao snapped back to reality and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine."
"This little bit doesn't tire me out."
As she spoke, she slightly pulled away, avoiding Wen Nanxi's touch.
Wen Nanxi watched her avoiding action, a faint look of wistful disappointment in his eyes
and an inexplicable feeling of sourness rose in his heart.
Su Muyao actually didn't want to immerse herself in their gentleness.
She wanted to keep herself calm and rational at all times.
"I picked some herbs, I'll sun them in the yard first, and later I'll process them to make some medicine bags."
She could also detoxify herself and suppress the fire poison for Hua Linye.
As for the wheat grains, she probably couldn't make noodles tonight.
But she noticed the sweet potato starch had settled again.
Wen Nanxi walked over and asked, "Wife, do you need anything done?"
Su Muyao said, "We need to remove all the water on top, leaving only the sweet potato starch below."
