Su Jin sat on the bed, gulping down tea.
This medicine was really too bitter!
She liked the scent of herbs and usually advised others that good medicine tastes bitter, but when it was her turn, she was as disdainful as could be.
Xingxing ran back panting, carrying sweet preserves.
She stepped forward and said, "Miss, have you finished your medicine?"
Su Jin raised an eyebrow, "You didn't buy the sweet preserves from the street, did you?"
Xingxing shook her head vigorously, "It's dark, there's a curfew on the streets, I couldn't buy any, I went and snatched them from the main kitchen."
Snatched…
Such a domineering word said so easily, so joyfully.
Is it because she's gone back to her old ways and got a kick out of it?
A thick black line dropped down Su Jin's forehead.
But considering the pig intestines, snatching sweet preserves wasn't such a big deal.
