Meng Ben quickly covered the tip of his nose, his eyes widened, and he said in a muffled voice: "Well, it doesn't taste very good, Master, I don't want to drink anymore..."
There was a hint of pleading in her words.
"Wait a minute."
Skye Liu took out fresh lotus leaves and lotus petals, mixed them into a sachet, and threw them into the pond.
The pool originally smelled of grass, but after it was blended into the sachet, the whole room was instantly enveloped in the quiet fragrance of lotus, as if they had not left the lakeside yet.
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