677 Fu Fang’s Doubts
The closer the sachet was to the soup, the hotter it became. Fu Fang could not believe that this was real.

She quietly placed the sachet close to her parents’ ginseng tea. However, there was no reaction from the sachet.

When Fu Lan saw her sister doing that, she asked curiously, “Sister, what are you doing? Do you want to drink ginseng tea?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Nanny Qian looked over and quickly said with concern, “Eldest Miss, you can’t drink ginseng tea. That thing is not good for your health. I heard from the doctor that red date corn is the most suitable for you. Don’t drink the wrong thing.”

“Nanny Qian, do you mean that the doctor lets me drink this?” Fu Fang pointed at the bowl and her heart sank.

Nanny Qian immediately nodded. “That’s right. Doctor Tian said that you can’t eat anything too nourishing because your body can’t digest it.”

Fu Fang asked casually, “By the way, Nanny Qian, did you make this soup? I want to ask, what ingredients do you use to make this soup?”
Nanny Qian’s eyes suddenly widened, but she quickly covered it up. She did not answer her directly. Instead, she smiled awkwardly and said, “Miss, why are you asking this? Don’t tell me you want to enter the kitchen.”

Fu Fang seemed to be able to tell that something was wrong with Nanny Qian, but she did not show it. She continued gently, “Indeed, I’ve never been to the kitchen in my life. I suddenly wanted to try to make this soup.”

“Fang, your body is weak. Don’t tire yourself out,” Mrs. Fu said with concern.

Fu Fang lowered her head and whispered in a sad tone, “Mom, I just don’t want to be a good-for-nothing. I want to make some simple dishes for you to express my gratitude.”

Hearing this, Fu Lan and her mother immediately felt a lump in their throats.

“This, this is very easy to make…” Nanny Qian explained the steps of making the soup.

When Fu Fang heard the steps, she understood everything. It seemed that this matter definitely had something to do with Nanny Qian.

“Alright, I understand. Nanny Qian, you can leave,” Fu Fang said with a smile.

At this moment, Mr. Fu was already talking to his brother, Fu Hansong. “Brother, I want to ask you. What’s the name of the divine doctor you mentioned last time? What does she look like? How old is she?”

“Why are you asking this?” Fu Hansong asked in confusion.

Fu Hansheng was a little anxious. “Aiyo, Brother, just tell me. It’s something urgent.”

“Oh, I only know that her surname is Qin. Everyone calls her Divine Doctor Qin. They say that she’s young and looks like she’s underage…”

Hearing their uncle’s description, Fu Fang and Fu Lan’s expressions changed at the same time. Fu Fang was calm, but Fu Lan couldn’t sit tight anymore. She quickly asked, “Uncle, is what you said true? Does Divine Doctor Qin have a baby face? And her eyes are very sharp.”

“I think so. I heard from them that the divine doctor looks like a child,” Fu Hansong said.

Fu Fang clenched the small sachet in her hand. Actually, she was already starting to regret it. Her gaze unknowingly landed on the bowl of soup in front of her. She suddenly waved at Fu Lan. Fu Lan blinked and went to her side. “Sister, what’s wrong?”

Fu Fang whispered into Fu Lan’s ear, “Go and call Doctor Tian over later. Tell him that I’m not feeling well.”

Just as Fu Lan was about to shout, Fu Fang grabbed her arm. “Don’t make a sound. I don’t want Mom and Dad to worry. Ask him to come over without others knowing. Go.”

“Okay.”