"Haha, I've troubled Qingqing. You're still thinking about me, this old man." Old Master Xu took the fragrance sachet and a pleasant smell of Chinese medicine entered his nose.
"By the way, Grandpa Xu, I'm going to Country F to participate in the Fragrance Competition finals soon. When I return to the country after the competition, I'll check your health immediately. If I find out that you didn't take your medicine properly, I won't come to see you again." Feng Qing threatened.
Old Master Xu immediately saluted and said, "Qingqing, don't worry. I promise to take the medicine you prescribed on time. I didn't expect sachets. This thing was called a medicine sachet when I was young. It looks like not only are you very talented in Traditional Chinese Medicine and music, but you're also very good at making fragrance."
