"So, this is the effect of that painting." Chiang Xiao said, seemingly remembering suddenly, "Ah, I haven't asked Mr. Hu if he wants some tea?"
"If I could have a cup, it would be my honor."
"Mr. Hu, you are too kind." Chiang Xiao boiled water to brew tea and continued, "As for why I don't publicize my medicinal paintings, it's because the medicinal paintings are something I came up with blindly myself. My skill is actually unstable; the blending of those potions and paints hasn't found a stable ratio. It's purely based on luck. Sometimes they blend well, and sometimes they don't, making the painting ineffective."
"Given the instability, naturally I'm feeling insecure and don't dare to promote it. That's also why I've never mentioned the matter of medicinal paintings."
"Is that so?" Hu Xiangyong lowered his gaze, watching her tea-making movements.
"Yes. Does that disappoint Mr. Hu?"
"Not really disappointment."
