She had to admit, it took medical skill as profound as hers to distinguish potent poisons, even those that were colorless and tasteless.
Third brother simply eavesdropped while she taught fourth brother, and after skimming through a few medical books, he became so formidable...
It was a kind of talent that was freakishly, unsettlingly good!
If he really were to meet a great master to teach him, for instance, herself.
Wouldn't he, in no time, become even more impressive than her?
"I hate it most when someone is smarter than me," she said sourly, "because it just makes me seem stupid."
His eyes twinkled, and he suddenly grinned, "Wife, does that mean I'm smarter than you?"
"Get lost!" She glared at him. "If you don't scram, this old lady will poison you to death!"
