She had been a disciple for two lifetimes, but she had always been silent. She would just bring a cup of respectful tea and be done with it.
Su Xiaolu was a little emotional.
In her previous life, she was picked up by an old Chinese doctor and raised as a granddaughter. However, seeing that she was sensible and liked to learn Chinese medicine, he seriously took her in as a disciple.
It was just a cup of tea and a change of address.
It was the same in this life. The old man kept his word, and his parents listened to him.
The old man naturally cherished his little disciple and refused to publicize it because he didn't want to cause trouble.
"You're different, Xiaolu."
Lin Pingsheng said gently. He was afraid that Su Xiaolu would feel sad.
Su Xiaolu smiled sweetly and said, "I know that my master doesn't like to interact with others, but I'm different. When I take in disciples in the future, I must hold a big banquet."
