Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Old Mr. Pei shook his head and said, “Although this incense is good, it can only be used for conditioning his body to ensure that his organs are stable. If he wants to recover, we still have to tackle the problem at its roots.”

Despite Zhuo Yun’s disappointment, he knew they were fortunate enough to make even this much progress.

“Young Master Min’s incense can last for half a year. I will do my best to find a way to treat the main problem by then,” said Old Mr. Pei moments later.

“Thanks,” said Min Yu as he stood up and bowed slightly to Old Mr. Pei.

“In that case, we won’t hold you up. Good bye.”

Min Yu and Zhuo Yun left the Imperial Medicine Store post that.

Zhuo Yun’s mood soared uncontrollably after he got into the car.

“I wonder where Miss Huo bought the incense from. She gave it to you at the perfect time!” sighed Zhuo Yun.

Although Huo Yao gave it to Min Yu, Zhuo Yun instinctively believed she was not the one who had made it. After all, Old Mr. Pei said that it took decades of medical experience to make this incense.

Huo Yao was so young. Probably no one would believe this teenager was an apothecary. Even the Apothecary Association’s genius, He Shu, made a name for himself when he was well past his 30s.

Min Yu sat in the backseat and stared at the box of incense. He suddenly recalled the online store that Huo Yao once recommended, and his eyes gleamed warmly. He replied to Zhuo Yun indifferently after a long time. “It might be someone she knows.”

Zhuo Yun glanced in the rearview mirror and said, “If she knows someone so incredible, she can’t be too bad herself.”

No wonder his master treated Huo Yao differently. He sure had the foresight.

Min Yu raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Yun. Then he smiled ambiguously and asked him. “Do you still think we made a huge loss?”

Zhuo Yun clutched the steering wheel tightly. He glanced at the nerve-soothing incense box and could sense his face burning up in shame as he recalled the comments he had made.

How could he have assumed that his master’s tea was worthier than 1000 pieces of the incense sticks?

His master’s tea clearly could not compare to even its box!

How could a box used for storing authentic nerve-soothing incense be considered ordinary at all?

“Yu, don’t you still have a Da Hong Pao, which is out of production? Why don’t you send it to Miss Huo?” asked Zhuo Yun seriously.

Min Yu, “…”

Get lost.

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After Huo Yao got home, she stuffed Min Yu’s tea into her father’s hands.

Huo Jinyan held the box and eyed its packaging. He stared wide-eyed and said, “Yao, where did you get this tea from?”

It was Mingqian Longjing, and was produced in the most famous tea village of City Z. Although it was not as expensive as Tie Guan Yin and Da Hong Pao, its production had been low this year due to unforeseen weather conditions. He had been really upset about not managing to snatch up the tea previously.

“A friend gave it to me,” said Huo Yao casually.

Huo Jinyan opened the box and took a whiff of the tea. It was the type he had been pining for. In an instant, he was so touched that he broke into tears.

He overlooked Huo Yao’s words and said, “Oh! My daughter is the best. You especially got this tea for me because you knew I liked it. You’re so thoughtful.”

Huo Yao, “…”

“Daughters are the best. They are more adorable and filial than boys!” said Huo Jinyan.

Huo Tingrui came downstairs just in time to hear his father’s accusation, “???”

Now his status in the family had gone into freefall?

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