The two servants picked up the bowls of anti-hair loss ginger tea, closed their eyes, and downed it in one gulp.
After drinking it, their brows furrowed so deeply you could tell just how awful it tasted.
It had a strong smell and a bad taste; its only redeeming quality was that it could treat hair loss.
If it weren't for this one irresistible function, it would probably be an ignored item on the milk tea shop's menu.
"One cup a day for seven consecutive days is one course of treatment. Here are six bags of the ginger tea. Just brew them in a pot. The day you finish it all, your hair will have grown back."
The taste may have been awful, but its effect was truly tempting.
In the end, the two of them accepted the anti-hair loss ginger tea bags from Yun Zijin's assistant, Xiao Li.
"Don't worry, Miss. We'll be sure to drink it, and we'll document our hair growth every day."
If their hair really did grow back, they would become living advertisements for the shop.
