Chapter 417: His Traditional Chinese Medicine

Amanda Smith had left when Mr. Johnson sluggishly sat up from the couch.

That dazzling face of his still bore a smile, the previous lifelessness swept away, as if he became rather pleased by Amanda's anger.

Mrs. Johnson, holding her Teddy dog, shook her head and thought to herself, what a sin it was for her precious son to fall for such a woman.

She felt quite helpless thinking about this.

The smell of the medicinal herbs being fried in the kitchen slowly wafted out, the bitter scent of traditional medicine spreading throughout the hall. Samuel sniffed it, thinking to himself how bitter it truly was, and wondered how Amanda was going to eat it later.

Thinking of this, he quickly went to the kitchen and asked the cook to add more sugar.

In the end, the pot of medicine was reduced to a small, sticky bowl of what was basically syrup.

The cook, with her head spinning from the unusual request, shut the kitchen door in Mr. Johnson's face as he attempted to barge in again.