To ensure the master was satisfied with the pills, Ye Qingqing worked all night, making various colored vegetable juices: orange carrot juice, green spinach juice, purple cabbage juice, yellow pumpkin puree...

Just like making colorful dumplings, vegetable juice was mixed into the pills to make them come in several colors. The pills also had to be rolled into perfect round shapes; they couldn't be even a little flat.

The master prefers round candies; he doesn't like irregularly shaped ones.

In the past, Ye Qingqing would just casually roll the pills, and the shapes would naturally be irregular flat spheres. As long as the medicine was effective, that was enough. Who had the time to roll glutinous rice balls? But now that she was serving the master, Ye Qingqing naturally had to take it seriously.

Who told her to try and flatter the master!

Master Nie took the bottle. His first impression was quite good; it was his favorite color and round shape, and the sizes were all the same. This made the obsessive-compulsive master even more satisfied. His cousin cut the perfectly good candies into different sizes and shapes, which the master really couldn't stand. If he didn't crave sweets, he definitely wouldn't have eaten them.

He picked up a green pill, sniffed it, and the master was even more satisfied.

It didn't have the medicinal smell he disliked; instead, it had a sweet fragrance. Although there was still a faint herbal scent, it was within the master's tolerance. He stuck out his tongue and licked the pill. It was sweet, and the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up, putting him in a great mood.

His favorite food is sugar pills. This pretty little girl is really nice. What's her name again?

She must be surnamed Ye, the same as her precious apprentice. I think her name is Ye Lulu. He remembers that's what her name is. The master thinks Ye Qingqing's parents didn't put any thought into the name. Ye Lulu would be better off as chlorophyll!

It's so catchy and easy to pronounce.

"Should we call a doctor to check this medicine?" My cousin was still a little worried.

"It's not medicine, it's a sugar pill. Cousin, are you going through menopause?" The master was even more worried about his dear cousin's health. Her mind was getting worse and worse; could it be Alzheimer's?

My cousin glared at me, annoyed. "I've been out of menopause for years. I think you're getting dementia. I'll stew some pig brains for you tomorrow to help you recover."

Distracted by the master's words, the cousin became too lazy to care about the pills anymore. Mainly, she felt that Ye Qingqing's words made sense. The medicines prescribed by those experts were indeed ineffective. Why not try it for half a month? Maybe there would be a pleasant surprise!

The master chewed on a green one, nodding occasionally. "It tastes good, but it's not sweet enough. Add more sugar next time."

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched. She had added 100% pure wild honey, and it wasn't sweet enough?

"Okay, I'll get you something even sweeter after you finish eating."

Ye Qingqing verbally agreed, since it would still be wild honey next time, and there was no way she would add white sugar. For diabetics, eating white sugar would be tantamount to suicide.

"You're a pretty good girl. I can't just take your sweet pills for nothing. Cousin, give Ye Lulu a big red envelope." The master's impression of Ye Qingqing improved even more. He was unusually worldly-wise and thought he should give the little girl a gift when they met.

Ye Qingqing stared at the master in astonishment. When did she change her name?

Green leaves...

"What a terrible memory you have! The girl's name is Ye Qingqing, the 'Qing' in 'green grass by the river.' I'll go buy some pig brains in a bit," my cousin scolded in a low voice, worried that her cousin might really have dementia, and determined to make him eat pig brains for a week.

The master wiped the spittle off his face and gave his cousin a disgusted look. "Cousin, don't spit when you talk. It's so unhygienic."

Ye Qingqing could barely contain herself. How could the master be so adorable? Her cousin was raising him like a son.