Not long ago, Eldest Miss Yu had also given his grandmother some medicinal tea that she had made herself. His grandmother even felt a little better after drinking it.
Recently, he had also been drinking this medicinal tea. Compared to other types of tea, the medicinal tea was more comforting to drink.
He had heard his grandmother mention Eldest Miss Yu a few times and remembered her name.
The old monk nodded. "Of course."
When she met Song Mingzhao, Yu Youyao had a strange feeling that she would bump into him every time she went to the Precious Peace Temple. However, she did not dwell on it for long. Other than that nightmare, Song Mingzhao was just an unimportant person to her.
After returning to the room, Yu Youyao asked the old monk in the temple for some Bodhi leaves and wood. She planned to bring them back to the residence and make some tea for her cousin.
It was rare for her to come out, so she had to bring bacj something for her cousin.
