Jiang Xiaoxiao stood in front of the pot.
The last pot, the previous ten pots, judging from the eighth pot, finally saw a finished product.
However, Jiang Xiaoxiao could see for herself that it was probably the lowest grade.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was also worried, would her last pot be wasted just like that?
Continuing to produce something she couldn't even appreciate?
Suddenly she thought of peach juice?
She had a sudden inspiration.
Why not give it a try?
......
Jiang Xiaoxiao took out some peach juice and dripped a drop into the pot.
Then, ten minutes later.
The old lady suddenly jumped up from the bed, so quickly that stars appeared before her eyes. Hao Zhigang, with one foot in a slipper and the other bare, his hair a tangled mess like wild grass, rushed over.
The grandmother and grandson stared dumbfoundedly at Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the small pill still spinning around in the dish.
She finally managed to show a satisfied smile.
