Chiang Xiao didn't bother with what he was feeling and said to Yu Hang, "That's right, medicinal paintings. The pigments I use have the highest quality wild herbs added to them, so the cost of the painting won't be low."
"If you mix medicinal herbs into the pigments, will the paintings actually have an effect?" Yu Hang wasn't a fool, his mind quickly came up with an example. "Like poison, if you drink it, you'll die, but if you used it in the pigment and made a painting, does that mean staring at the painting a few times could kill you?"
Behind Chiang Xiao, Xi Minghui gave him a thumbs-up.
At this moment, he felt like willingly calling him 'cousin.'
It was clear he could tell Yu Hang liked Chiang Xiao, but he would still tease him nonetheless.
Yu Hang pretended not to see this little gesture, his peach blossom eyes gleaming as he looked at Chiang Xiao, waiting for her response.
Chiang Xiao's expression remained unchanged.
