So, in order to grow taller, she had to accept even the most inhumane of requests. She didn't want to learn handwriting. She had been in school for a long time already.
Starting from scratch again was torture for her, plus she was only four years old. It was unreasonable to put such pressure on a young sprout like herself.
When she was about to leave, Chen Zhong gave her a bag of herbs, "Take this home and ask your father to prepare a foot bath for you. It doesn't require much, just a little. This bag will last a month. Come back to me when you run out. Also," he sternly added, "remember to come and learn handwriting with me tomorrow."
Alright, Tang Yuxin carried the little bag with her tiny hands. It wasn't heavy – it was actually quite light. It contained nothing more than leaves, grass, roots and such.
At least, she won't have to drink it.
