For several days in a row, Qing Teng had been coming over to Qin Xue's house to help her out, whether it was preparing medicines or doing housework.
"Xue Ling, you've already done so much, why do you keep going?" Qing Teng really couldn't hold back anymore. She looked at the huge vat; it must've had thousands of grains in it already, but Xue Ling just kept working.
"These are spiritual medicines I'm making here. Just keep helping out, don't worry about there being too much." Xue Ling didn't care what Qing Teng thought. As long as she herself understood what was happening, that was enough.
"You really dare to say anything, even calling them 'spiritual medicines'." Qing Teng teased.
