Zhongli Ting had made up his mind: today, he was absolutely, positively, and definitely not drinking that so-called restorative medicinal soup.
Ruhuahua poured the medicine out, and in an instant, the scent—or "fragrance," as she claimed—of the brew filled the entire tent.
Zhongli Ting recited to himself three times, "I picked her up myself." To be honest, it was only because it was Ruhuahua; had it been anyone else, he would have tossed them and the bowl out long ago.
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