Aunt Tian listened to her words, raising an eyebrow slightly, thinking, the young master is afraid of bitterness and unwilling to take medicine? Doesn't seem like it.
Of course, Aunt Tian naturally wouldn't comment further.
Well, if Miss Shuang says the young master is afraid of bitterness, then he's afraid of bitterness.
Aunt Tian wisely led her into the kitchen and brought out the pot specially used for brewing Chinese medicine.
"Miss Shuang, it's troublesome for you to take care of the young master. I'll head out first. Let me know if you need anything."
Lin Zishuang nodded and began to work.
After coming to Ning City for so long, she had basically learned to use these ordinary household appliances.
She washed the herbs and put them in, then turned on the stove.
To make the medicine not too bitter, she added some Chinese herbs that were bitter but wouldn't affect the efficacy.
However, those herbs needed to be added when the medicine was almost ready.
