The former master raised his eyebrows. He stared at the girl and asked, "You are Xiao Wen? Did you stew this pot of soup?"
The girl looked to be in her early twenties. She had never seen such a scene before. In the face of the former master's question, she replied with a trembling voice, "Yes, I stewed it."
"Then do you still recognize this?" The former master pointed at the dregs that the doctor had fished out and asked in a cold voice.
The girl stared at the dregs as if she suddenly understood something. Her expression suddenly changed, and she avoided looking at the old master. She lowered her head and did not dare to look into the former master's eyes. She stuttered, "I... I didn't... didn't..."
