Old Madam Lin saw her parched lips and made her a cup of tea.
Dong Huiying gave a humble smile and thanked this "old younger sister."
Speaking of which, this "old younger sister" was just over sixty, while she herself looked over ninety, so calling her "sister" was quite fitting.
She sipped the tea, moistened her throat, then leisurely closed her eyes and continued to rattle off the names of herbs.
"Garlic, large thistle, small thistle, wheat, small barberry, mountain lily, mountain tea, mountain ginger lily, mountain fragrance, mountain date, mountain gardenia, mountain ginger, Chinese yam, hawthorn, Sichuan purple, Sichuan army, Sichuan coptis..."
She rattled off many herb names in one breath and then began muttering: "Sichuan magnolia bark, Sichuan aconite, Sichuan bark, Sichuan grain, Sichuan fracture, Sichuan pepper, Sichuan fritillary, Sichuan chuanxiong, Malan, Mixin, Matsuya, Matuya, Maba, Mabei, Malin, guard grass, Ziling, Tian winter..."
