Fang Qingyuan nodded, accepting her explanation. Not everyone's body was the same. An injury like Situ Jingyu's would have taken him at least ten to fifteen days to recover from, but she only needed a day or two.
After Fang Qingyuan stored the pot and bowls in his storage bag and juiced a sweet honey and bamboo shoot drink for Jinbao, he shooed him aside.
After cleaning up, Fang Qingyuan took out a tea set and began brewing tea for himself and Situ Jingyu. As the aroma of the Profound Tier Middle Grade Mingxin Qingling Tea wafted through the air, Situ Jingyu couldn't help but remark:
"Junior Brother, you're living quite well. Is the Southern Border really this wealthy?"
The medicinal snake stew, the Hundred Flowers Brewed Wine, and now this Spirit Tea—it all made Situ Jingyu feel a sense of longing.
Fang Qingyuan just smiled at Situ Jingyu's question, handing her the freshly brewed Spirit Tea.
