Shen Ningning took a sniff. The scent was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
The little girl asked, "Brother, what kind of medicine is this?"
As the eunuch drew closer with the dark brown broth, the pungent odor grew stronger.
Mo Lingwei said, "It's a medicine to suppress an old illness and keep it from flaring up so often."
Shen Ningning watched him take the bowl and drink it down in one gulp without a change in expression, as if it were just water.
The little girl's eyes went wide.
She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "You're a warrior!"
'To drink such bitter medicine without even hesitating or frowning…'
'Brother is so incredible!'
Amused by her reaction, Mo Lingwei took the white cloth a eunuch handed him to wipe his mouth. "I drink it so often that I'm used to it. It's as tasteless as plain water now."
Shen Ningning's eyes lit up with understanding.
