Du Wenbin only noticed the tea leaves brought by Xinyan when he returned home, and in a good mood, he personally brewed a pot.
Initially, he didn’t think much of it, but as soon as the aroma of the tea emerged, he was somewhat unsettled. He had tasted many good teas, but this tea was rare.
Having accepted such a final disciple, he, as a teacher, was truly fortunate.
Thinking about going to the military hospital again in the afternoon, his heart was even less at peace. He had previously visited Miss Zhenhua, and the condition of her leg had improved significantly. He also tried making some of the medicine himself, but it couldn’t compare to what Little Xinyan had made, and he still hadn’t found the reason why.
It seems that in the aspect of making medicine, that young lady truly has a talent.
If Xinyan knew what Mr. Du was thinking, she might cover her face in embarrassment. It was because of the Space Stream Water, not her talent.
Han Jingchen thought about the apprenticeship ceremony gift: "Yanyan, I have a good inkstone there. Mr. Du likes calligraphy and should like it."
Xinyan didn’t refuse: "Alright then, besides the six apprenticeship gifts, adding that inkstone, I just so happen to have a ginseng here. Buying some tobacco and alcohol should complete it."
Han Jingchen didn’t expect the young lady to have ginseng: "Alright, let’s do as you said. You don’t have to worry about the rest, I’ll have Sister Chen prepare it."
When they got home, Su Jingsong was already waiting. As soon as Han Jingchen saw him, the two went into the study.
When they came out, seeing Sister Chen who came to cook, he said, "Sister Chen, I have something to ask of you."
Sister Chen stopped what she was doing: "Mr. Han, just tell me what you need, I’ll make sure it gets done."
Han Jingchen then said, "Prepare a set of six apprenticeship gifts for Yanyan: celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, longan, and meat."
Sister Chen, after hearing, curiously asked, "Is Xinyan going to become an apprentice?"
Han Jingchen proudly said, "Yes, Xinyan has been accepted as a final disciple by Mr. Du to study traditional Chinese medicine."
Sister Chen knew Mr. Du, having previously come here to treat Han Jingchen. She was sincerely happy for Xinyan: "Xinyan is truly impressive."
She had heard that Mr. Du, as a master of traditional Chinese medicine, had only ever accepted five personal disciples. She couldn’t believe Xinyan had become his final disciple. Delighted, she said, "Alright, I’ll make sure it gets done."
Xinyan took out a piece of ginseng she had processed well according to the Medicinal Properties Poem from the space. Although it was only fifty or sixty years old, having grown for a while in the space, it was naturally better than ordinary wild ginseng.
When she came out again, she directly took out two pieces of ginseng: "Dad, do you have a suitable box to store ginseng?"
Then, she handed a thirty-year-old ginseng to Han Jingchen: "Keep this one. When Aunt Chen makes chicken soup, put a few slices in, it’ll be just right to nourish your body."
It was already prepared in advance, and now she took the opportunity to bring it out.
Seeing the ginseng his daughter took out, Han Jingchen frowned: "Where did this ginseng come from? Did you go deep into the mountains?"
Xinyan quickly explained: "No, it was an old man who dug it in the mountains, and I happened to meet him. He urgently needed money for his wife’s treatment, so I bought it."
Knowing it wasn’t his daughter who went into the mountains herself, he was relieved: "I’ll have someone find a box later. Keep the other one for yourself, no need for Dad to have it."
Xinyan wouldn’t agree, directly handing the ginseng over: "This one isn’t that old, it’s just right for gently nourishing your body. This is wild ginseng, it’s only beneficial for you with no downside, keep it, it’s my sincere wish."
Seeing his daughter’s determined attitude, Han Jingchen had to accept it. The emotions in his heart, only he could understand.