"My master only taught me these two recipes, and these are the only two I remember," Shangguan You said weakly. She stole a glance at the Li father and son, as well as the two so-called vice chairmen, before lowering her head. Burying her face in Shangguan Qing's embrace, she suddenly burst into laughter. "Infertility? Premature ejaculation?"
Li Junjie stared in disbelief at the recipes he clutched in his hand—the very ones he had transcribed himself. As he looked at the words 'Otter Whip,' 'deer antler,' and 'sheep whip' that he had personally written, his mind went utterly blank. He had recorded them himself; how could he not have realized it at the time?
