Huo Xuan looked at the Chinese medicine in front of him that didn't look very good. He frowned and quickly picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.
As expected, the taste of this medicine was identical to its color. It was so bad that it made Huo Xuan doubt his life.
"Not bad, Young Master Huo! These herbs are famous for being difficult to swallow. I didn't expect you to finish the mixture of the herbs in one gulp. Impressive!" Mo Zhu patted Huo Xuan's shoulder in praise of his actions.
Nodding in satisfaction, Mo Zhu picked the bowl up and returned to the kitchen.
At this moment, the residual medicinal dregs had already been poured into the wok on the stove by Mo Zhu. And not long later, medicinal dregs were dried by the hot air.
After pouring the dregs into an empty bowl, Mo Zhu carried the bowl to the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.
