Just when Su Zhiruan thought he would decline, she saw Xie Yanshang suddenly nod, "Okay, you invite me to dinner, this time I won't charge you."
Xie Yanshang stood up, he picked up a metal tray from behind, which bore traces of the ravages of time, and quickly took out some herbs from various little compartments, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing his brows.
Soon, the medicine was ready.
The herbs were divided and properly packaged in different paper bags. His techniques were skilled, his fingers slender, easily winding around the threads, tying up the medicine packs, always offering a pleasing aesthetic.
Even Su Zhiruan couldn't help but fix her gaze on him.
Soon, Xie Yanshang had finished everything, he got up, but instead of handing the bag to Su Zhiruan, he walked over to her and said, "Aren't you going to invite me to dinner? Let's go."
"Oh, alright." Su Zhiruan stood up, and the two of them left the pharmacy one after the other.
