Speaking of Xiaodouding, along the way, she arrived at the courtyard responsible for concocting medicinal herbs at the Daoist Temple. From afar, she saw an elder in a robe with five stalks of rice embroidered on it, fiddling with herbs in the yard.
"Mr. Zhang." Seeing the elder, Xiaodouding called out crisply.
"Oh, it's Chengyu! It's been a few days since you last came, young miss!" The old man, with white hair and beard, smiled, but the next moment he turned and shouted into the house, "Quick, put away all the Polygonatum, ginseng, and Polygonum multiflorum!"
"Mr. Zhang!" Xiaodouding muttered in dissatisfaction upon hearing this, "Your actions make me feel insulted. Who are you guarding against?"
"I'm not stopping you from taking medicine; I'm preventing you from getting poisoned by those herbs." Elder Zhang's face showed a bit of an embarrassed smile.
"Wasn't it just one root of Polygonatum last time? Is there any need to be so stingy?" Xiaodouding said, pulling a long face.
