The room was soon filled with the strong, irritating smell of traditional medicine.
While smelling the medicine, Su Yao was having dinner. Luckily, he had quite an appetite and managed to finish two dishes, a soup, and a big bowl of noodles.
Not long after finishing his meal, the medicine was ready.
Mother Su carefully carried the bowl of medicine into the bedroom.
Yu Jinxiu glanced at the palm-sized bowl and couldn't help but click his tongue, "Such a big pack of medicine, and only this little bit of juice came out?"
"The essence is in the concentration." Ruan Qi took the bowl from Mother Su and handed it to Su Yao's mouth, "The temperature is just right, Su Yao, you need to drink this bowl of medicine in one go."
Su Yao had just eaten, and his stomach was full. Now smelling the medicine, he felt his stomach churn.
He frowned in discomfort, hesitated for a moment, but then gritted his teeth and took the bowl, drinking it all at once.
