"These herbs seem to be something I spotted first!"
My tone was somewhat icy.
Old Divine Doctor Young blushed, his face showing some embarrassment.
However, the surrounding stall owners all showed signs of discontent.
"Hey! Baker man, watch how you're speaking!"
"Do you know who this is? He's a famous Divine Doctor, buying herbs to save lives. What are you meddling for, you child!"
Following that was a chorus of agreement.
Many of the stall owners here were elderly men and women, and they all began to criticize.
Divine Doctor Young coughed lightly and said, "Baker brother, I really need these herbs."
"So, I don't need them?" I responded irritably.
Divine Doctor Young was taken aback, then chuckled.
This young man is probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, he might not even recognize these herbs, yet he claims they are useful? Isn't that a joke!
What could he do with them? Cook them as medicine and drink them?
Divine Doctor Young chuckled softly again.
