Gu Youyou glanced at the earthenware pot simmering with just a few chilies with annoyance, unable to stand their needless fussing, and resignedly said, "What I've made here is a medicinal stew, tailored to warm young mistress's chilly constitution."
Oh, no wonder it smelled so bad.
The caring cousin was a Divine Doctor, and just yesterday Madam Fo had been punished on her behalf. As a serving maid, she understood the cousin's methods very well.
She nodded enthusiastically and said, "Alright, I will take this to Madam Fo right away. I'll make sure to convey your caring intentions. No matter how bad it tastes, I'm sure she will be touched enough to eat it."
Gu Youyou held her forehead in her hand.
How is it bad? It's super delicious, okay?
As a medicinal ingredient, these few chilies certainly came at a premium price.
Watching Xiang Chun walk away with the earthen pot, Gu Youyou then lifted a different pot off another stove.