Snot

Gurgle…

Bloop, bloop…

The medicinal soup inside Xu Xiaoshou's enormous bathtub continued to bubble and condense as he casually glanced at the young girl to his side.

Mu Zixi was a little anxious. It was already the fourth stove she used for making the red gold pills. It now seemed like the art of condensing pills was not so easy to learn.

Even though she was gifted and had an excellent understanding of the medicinal properties of herbs and plants, she had failed three times already.

The reason...?

"Xu Xiaoshou, are you boiling a soup?" Mu Zixi couldn't help but ask when she glanced at his bathtub where the liquid kept on simmering.

Had she been in a different situation, she wouldn't have been so easily discouraged even after thirty times or even three hundred times, let alone merely three failures.