Noon.
At Old Rao's house, the place was full of the smell of medicinal herbs.
Zhang Ye yelled while lying on the sofa, "Is it done yet?"
Yang Shu speedily answered, "Senior bro, it's almost ready, it's almost ready!"
Zhang Ye howled, "Hurry up! I can't take it anymore!"
"Master Rao, please hurry!" Yang Shu urged from the kitchen.
Rao Aimin shouted across the living room, "If you make another sound, trust me, I will throw you out! Concocting the medicine requires proper heat! What are you so anxious for! It's still being bubbled!"
Zhang Ye stopped pestering Rao Aimin out of fear and turned to Chenchen, who was doing her homework. "Chenchen, fetch me a glass of water. I'm thirsty, so be quick."
Chenchen said, "Not gonna."
"In that case, I won't help you do your homework in the future!" Zhang Ye harrumphed.
Chenchen became flustered. "Zhang Ye, are you really that weak?!"
