Old Mr. Pei raised his head and looked at his clueless son. He shook his head and sighed. "You are so shallow."
Pei Feng looked upset when his father scolded him for no reason. "But I'm right. My brother is an intermediate apothecary with the Apothecaries' Association. Even he can only make three to four pills at a go. But she could make 20 pills in one attempt, so something must be wrong."
If apothecaries were able to produce a lot of medicine, it meant minimal wastage of ingredients. If they ended up with a small number as the final product, it meant that they had wasted a lot of herbs. However, 100% success… was unheard of.
Old Mr. Pei shook his head again. "You fool!"
He did not bother explaining anything further to his disappointing son. Instead, he headed to his room.
