"So? As long as you have the recipe, you can climb the mountain to pick herbs and make it?"
"Of course."
Jiang Mingyue almost forgot, for thousands of years they have been the ancestors of pharmacy. Which medicine's inspiration didn't come from a single herb?
"Brother, where were you going just now?"
"I'm going to visit Uncle Grandfather."
As soon as Jiang Mingyue heard this, she understood. No wonder her brother was so calm and composed during the separation of the family; those familiar with him would know he had a plan.
Turns out he had visited that Uncle Grandfather long ago: "Are you going empty-handed?"
"Didn't I come to find you?"
"Me?"
"Yueyue, do you still have any of that braised chicken you made? Give your brother one."
Jiang Mingyue: "..." The tables have turned, she used to shamelessly ask him for all sorts of things, and now it's the other way around; he's coming to her shamelessly asking for a chicken.
