It seems that Xue Liujin’s daily consumption of Ganoderma water with this cup must also be effective.
Insomnia, irritability, with the Calming Talisman Figure, that should be quite fitting as a treatment.
"Xiao Chiang, do you have any more cups one?" Madam Zheng couldn’t help but ask as she held the cup.
Just a moment ago, she had doubts about Chiang Xiao’s reliability, but now she really wanted a cup from the bottom of her heart.
Chiang Xiao shook her head, "I don’t have any more now, I painted this one especially for Grandpa Xue. Oh, and I added Lingzhi and Wild Ginseng to the paint of the pattern."
"What?" Madam Zheng exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at Chiang Xiao.
Wild Ganoderma and Wild Ginseng were so precious, was she using them to make juice for painting?! What kind of joke was this?!
Chiang Xiao was not lying.
The Magic Brush was nourished with the medicinal qualities of spatial medicine, and the paintings it produced were inherently endowed with greater spiritual energy because of those medicinal herbs. Hence, when she said the pattern included Wild Ganoderma and Wild Ginseng, she was not exaggerating.
She disclosed the value of the cup, hoping that when they discovered its effectiveness, they wouldn’t think the cup was easy to come by and not only want one for themselves but also wish to obtain them for friends and family.
Although people from the Xue Family might not necessarily act so, due to her experiences in her previous life, Chiang Xiao now approached people with a certain wariness. She didn’t always assume the worst in people, but she preferred to clarify things in advance when possible, to avoid any trouble later on.
Indeed, upon hearing her words, Madam Zheng immediately discarded any thoughts of asking for a cup, not even daring to inquire about its value.
She remembered what her husband had told her, that Chiang Xiao’s paintings were extremely spiritually vibrant. The painting that won her the award had already been bid up to two thousand and six hundred. She was embarrassed by her initial thoughts.
Where was Chiang Xiao unreliable? She may have had a particularly transparent mind to come up with such an idea.
Cups are used every day to hold boiling water; if one used medicinal herbs for painting, might the medicinal properties also seep into the boiling water a little bit each day?
Thinking about it that way didn’t seem so unreliable after all.
When the Ganoderma water was ready, she poured a cup using that cup and brought it out.
Chairman Zheng quickly helped Xue Liujin sit up to take a drink.
"Dad, try this. It only has Lingzhi in it, nothing else. Also this cup here, Xiao Chiang painted it especially for you," he said.
"A cup painted by Xiao Chiang?" Both Chairman Zheng and Xue Liujin were curious.
Madam Zheng then told them about the exceptional nature of this cup. When they heard that the paint included Lingzhi and Wild Ginseng, not just Chairman Zheng and Xue Liujin but even Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao were astonished.
Chiang Xiao had not told them about it!
Besides, Wild Ganoderma is one thing, but Wild Ginseng?
Chiang Xiao carried the tea, her gaze downward on the tea cup, avoiding looking at them.
Yes, that was the fact.
Her cup was indeed very precious. How would they know if she didn’t say anything?
She didn’t want to be that person who does a big favor and keeps it so low key that she doesn’t wish to speak of it. What if they were to leave the cup to gather dust on the side, or carelessly break it because they weren’t careful?
She was just that kind of practical person, unwilling to let her efforts go to waste.
This might be an aftereffect of what Deng Qingjiang had brought upon her.
This life, it seemed, Chiang Xiao becoming a silently giving good person was not likely.
Just now, Zheng Yucheng was holding the cup quite casually, but after hearing what his wife, Xue Ping, said, he immediately held it with both hands.