Every returning servant boy, carrying a bunch of bottles and jars in their arms, made a clinking sound with their running...
On the stage, the competition continued, but clearly, it was no longer the center of attention. Everyone's gaze unconsciously turned towards the servant boys rushing towards the side stands...
One, two, three...
Quite a lot indeed!
"Mother, what are they carrying?" Nestled in Zhou Mu's arms, the little dumpling watched the servant boys heading to the side stands and asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng finally lifted her eyes, glanced towards the side stand, and nonchalantly said with a curl of her lips, "It can't be anything good!"
"Are those medicines? Just like the ones in your bottles?" The little dumpling asked innocently, blinking his big eyes, "Mother, they're just returning the favor using their own methods!"
