Seeing Lu Tong deep in thought, Dong Lin feared she might get a glimpse into his mind and hastily changed the subject, "However, Doctor Lu, I've only taken half a jar, and the rest has been used by my mother... Could it be that my chronic illness cannot be treated with this medicine tea?"
Lu Tong snapped back to reality, "That's not the case, but..." she looked at Dong Lin, "Lady Dong has a fitting figure, why would she need this medicine tea?"
The physique of Lady Dong, the Minister of Imperial Treasury, was far from needing such a medicinal tea.
Dong Lin chuckled awkwardly, glanced outside the room, and then whispered softly, "It wouldn't be necessary, but in a few days, there is the Shengjing Midsummer Banquet, to which all the ladies and young misses will go, and my mother... does not want to fall behind others at the banquet."
Lu Tong understood, "I see."
