Madam Zhou looked at Wufu as she brought back the medicine and hurriedly began to prepare it, suddenly feeling a headache.
"Wufu, you go sit down, let mother take care of it."
Wufu felt somewhat embarrassed as she looked at the chaotic scene.
She had never really made medicine before, especially not in such a primitive way. In her "previous life", even if she drank herbal medicine, it was always prepared by the hospital, divided into packets, and she just needed to heat it up when it was time to drink.
"Shall I cook instead?" Wufu offered with a sheepish smile.
Madam Zhou wanted to say there was no need, that she could handle it, but seeing the embarrassed look on her daughter's face, her heart softened and she said, "Hmm, you start by washing the rice."
The mother and daughter divided the tasks, one cooking the medicine, the other cooking the meal.
