Hearing Duan Yixin's words, Tan Lindan's eyes lit up in surprise. He smiled and said, "Of course."
After he said that, Duan Yixin opened the bamboo basket. She first took out the medicinal herbs, placed them on the tray prepared by the servant, and then took out four jars of cold ointment.
Tan Lidan saw the size of the jar and thought, 'It seems that one jar can be divided into fifty to sixty small ceramic jars.'
Duan Yixin opened one of the jars and said, "Shopkeeper Tan, this is the cold ointment that I made yesterday. Please take a look."
The moment Duan Yixin opened the lid of the jar, a scent of chamomile with a hint of sweet almond wafted out, filling the small side hall with a refreshing and fragrant aroma of nuts and flowers. Tan Lidan brought the jar closer to look at it. Inside the jar, he saw a pearly white smooth paste that looked like glittering clouds.
