Anjou Prince wanted to say more when she heard that. However, the unique smell of Chinese medicine had already drifted over.
She looked over and saw Evans Husheng and the beautiful staff member who had brought the Chinese herbs. They had finished cooking and poured out the prepared Chinese herbs.
The medicinal soup looked black and steaming. It also had a smell that Westerners were not used to.
However, Anjou Taylor only waited for his staff to help lower the temperature to one suitable for human consumption before picking up the bowl and pouring the soup into his mouth.
After that, almost everyone present stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.
They seemed to be waiting for his reaction.
Seeing this, Anjou Prince was also a little nervous and expectant.
The words that were on the tip of her tongue immediately stopped. When she looked at her father, she subconsciously clenched her small fists.