C1752 Unfilial Bastard!

The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped.

Just as Weng Huaisong was getting upset, a voice came from beside the medicinal table by the north wall, "Master, how many ounces of Asparagus Root and Costus Root do we need?"

"Ounces? Do you think this is cooking and we're adding rice? How many..." Weng Huaisong suddenly choked on his words.

The already cold room became even more silent