"It's really sour!"
Zhang Weili's face twisted into an expression of agony, unable to hide the bitterness.
As for Zhao Xiaodao next to her, tears were streaming down as she struggled to swallow the last bite.
They wanted to force it down, but as soon as the Hawthorn Pills entered their mouths and were chewed, the sourness made their faces twitch uncontrollably, and they had to slowly adapt.
"Boo hoo... It's too sour..."
After swallowing the last bit, Zhao Xiaodao couldn't help shivering, twitching her lips with a lingering fear.
Lu Zheng said earnestly, "Bitter medicine is good for you. Although these Hawthorn Pills are sour, they benefit the spleen and stomach, help with digestion, and are great post-meal snacks."
Zhang Weili asked with a pained expression, "Then why aren't you eating them, Brother Lu?"
"Oh, I don't need them," Lu Zheng waved his hand dismissively.
Zhang Weili, "..."
