Knowing her husband meant what he said, Gu Dingxiang felt reassured that he had taken her words—and, more importantly, his own health—to heart.
She thought to herself silently: *That's good.*
What she feared most was him disregarding his health to blindly cater to those people in Beijing. When it came to fine things, who wouldn't want to pull them into their own bowl? Giving them to Old Master was something they would do without a second thought, and rightly so. But if they didn't even have enough for themselves yet were expected to prioritize others first, she wouldn't be willing at all. Hearing her husband's response just now, she understood his intent, and a wave of relief washed over her, relaxing her expression. For her, this bit of waiting was well worth it. At the same time, she quietly plotted how to have a proper chat with little Sanzi first thing tomorrow morning, figuring out when He Yongan could send over another batch. The others could wait; her own old man had to be the first to drink it. Based on the physical sensation she experienced after drinking it just now, if her old man could drink it regularly, it wouldn't just prolong his life—though a hundred years was a possibility—it would undoubtedly be immensely beneficial to his health.
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