Mrs. Bai hurriedly carried Gu Xingyang into the room, instructing the servants to shut the doors and windows tightly.
Fortunately, they had no shortage of ice here, so they could at least stay comfortably hidden inside.
"What on earth is your sister doing now? Is she learning how to make some new medicine with Nanny Pang again?"
Bai Jiannan also felt that his sister couldn't possibly be cooking medicine as food. Sneezing, he said, "Mother, my sister said she's going to make us a feast and told us to look forward to it."
Mrs. Bai frowned. With this pungent smell, what kind of feast could it possibly be?
"Hurry up and send someone over to tell your sister not to overwork herself. We can just make do with a casual bite. Boiling some plain porridge will do."
