From the side, Rong Qinglei spoke in a gloomy tone, "Before Mingxuan arrived, he had already been farting all morning."
Gongsun Xing nodded, then casually slapped Shang Qinghua on the abdomen. "You've expelled most of it already. You don't need to keep holding it in."
Shang Qinghua's face turned a purplish red, like pig liver, because of Gongsun Xing's action and Rong Qinglei's words.
Seeing this, Yue Mingxuan forcibly held back his laughter and deliberately put on a serious and proper expression.
Gongsun Xing's gaze shifted and he noticed the paper bag by Rong Qinglei's side. He reached out and took it, saying, "During your medication period, you're not allowed to eat any sweet foods. Since you just ate a preserved fruit, three extra portions of coptis will be added to your noon medicine."
Three portions?
Even Yue Mingxuan was startled.
Coptis was notoriously bitter, adding three portions to the medicine, could a person even drink that?
