195 It Still Hurts…

Holding a gaming console, Lu Yumo chimed in, "Holy sh*t! How can a flower cost so much?" 

"Yumo!" Xu Wei shouted angrily. "Watch your language in front of your sister!"

Then, she drank a large gulp of flower tea to calm down. 

After doing that, she turned her head around to look at Fu Zhi and was confused when she saw her daughter rise to her feet. 

Fu Zhi first went to pluck a few wildflowers from the garden and then retrieved a white bottle from her room. After she ground the flowers with an iron pestle and smeared the paste on a warm towel, she put the paste-smeared, warm towel on Lu Yumo's cheek.

Lu Yumo turned his face sideways as he tried to avoid the towel. He pouted and said, "It isn't a big deal. You don't have to do this at all. It's making me look really unmanly."

Fu Zhi looked at his cheek. Madam Lu had not held back her strength at all. His cheek was still very swollen, and the corner of his lips was bruised.