Smelling the tea, Tang Wanwan raised the cup, gently blew on it, took a sip, and said, "Good tea. It seems sir really enjoys tea, but your body isn't suited for it."
"Oh, what do you mean by that? Does the young lady know of my illness?"
The young master came in, seeing Tang Wanwan boasting, looked at her somewhat skeptically and said, "Father, why talk to her so much? She's deliberately showing off to raise the price of the medicine. I think she's fooling you, don't let her deceive you."
"Be quiet, go outside."
The young master, a little unwilling, flicked his sleeve, glanced at Tang Wanwan, and stood at the back, arms crossed without speaking.
"I guess sir has a chronic illness, often feeling dry in the mouth, easily fatigued, and legs feeling weak after standing briefly. Despite eating a lot, the stomach feels full but still hungry, and the mouth always wants to eat something."
