Li Tianyi took out paper and pen from his pocket and quickly wrote a prescription for Chinese medicine.
The characters danced like dragons and phoenixes on the white paper, surprising everyone.
"Brother Li, your handwriting is really good!" Ye Weiliang exclaimed in amazement, reaching over the table to admire it.
Li Tianyi was a little pleased: "It's just so-so!"
"Ah Liang, you need to practice your writing well." Ye Weilan patted her younger brother's head, "Sister Ning and I don't have time, so you should learn well."
Suddenly being pressured to practice, Ye Weiliang pouted unhappily.
"I don't want to drink Chinese medicine," Ye Weining protested softly.
Chinese medicine is so bitter, just looking at it is frightening.
"I see, how about I make it into water honey pills for you?" Li Tianyi asked seriously.
Ye Weining paused for a moment and said, "Forget it, that's too troublesome. I'll just go to the pharmacy and buy ready-made cold medicine."
