At this moment, Zhu Bufan had already dumped a large amount of medicinal herbs into the pot all at once, and after stirring them briefly with a stick, he lost interest in even glancing at it and covered the pot with its disgusting contents. Honestly, in Zhu Bufan's view, the concoction in the pot was revolting, but according to his own medical pharmacology, these ingredients were indeed the right medicine to treat Ouyang Feiyu's illness.
The blazing fire under the stove was burning fiercely. Bored out of his mind, Zhu Bufan casually laid out the three bottles of alcohol and a bag of raw rice on the ground. Ignoring the stunned looks from the crowd, he busied himself by downing several gulps from the bottles.
Fine liquor!
Gazing at the words "Jiannanchun" on the bottle, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but murmur to himself, "Master's favorite drink was precisely Jiannanchun. If only he were here now, that would be great!"
