Zhou Linghuai immediately pursed his lips.
As soon as she took off her cloak, she ran out casually. Even though she was wearing a thick jacket, it could not block the wind and snow outside. If she was not careful, she would fall sick from the cold.
She was already so old, but she still made people worry.
Yu Youyao left and returned quickly. "Cousin, look. This is the ointment I made after modifying the incense recipe."
As if presenting a treasure, she handed the blue and white porcelain box in her hand to her cousin.
Zhou Linghuai did not take it. He pulled her to sit in front of the charcoal cage and handed her a cup of red date ginger tea. "Why are you running out without even wearing a cloak?"
The red date ginger tea was already brewed and had been simmering on the charcoal fire. It was always hot when he drank it.
