Zhao Fei nodded, not understanding why the young master would ask him the names of these herbs.
Could it be that, besides his abnormal interests, this young master had other hobbies as well?
For a moment, Zhao Fei's thoughts were completely adrift.
Ji Youran looked at the bewildered young man before him and hesitated.
He couldn't help but doubt whether his decision was right or wrong.
"Have you studied medicine?"
Zhao Fei shook his head. "No, I haven't."
"Then did anyone in your family practice medicine?"
Zhao Fei shook his head again. "My ancestors were farmers."
Ji Youran scoffed. "A farmer's child, able to read?"
Who would believe that?
"My mother taught me," Zhao Fei said.
"Your mother?"
"My maternal grandfather was a scholar."
Zhao Fei lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the tips of his toes.
Mother's birth was fortunate, but the latter half of her life was filled with hardship.
"A scholar's daughter married a farmer?" Ji Youran sounded skeptical.
