She scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup as if it was a treasure and blew on it to his lips. "Come, Father, take a sip, ah—"
"This..." Feng Huanyu suddenly felt the urge to cry. She didn't know medicine at all. Last time, Xue Mo took the soup that she mixed with and spat it out for several days. "This medicine looks good. Let's eat first and then drink later." He didn't want to die yet.
"Really? Haha, dad, I have a lot of potential, don't I?" Dad praised her.
"Mm mm." A waste of medicinal materials, a scourge of a human life's potential.
"What kind of good medicine is it?" Feng Che looked at her for a long time and finally found a way to chat up with her.
"The medicine I am concocting can help to keep out the cold and heal the wounds." Ayrin raised his head proudly to show off.
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