Qiao Yutong knew it was sent by Song Xiaodong, and suddenly started laughing. She picked up her phone and called Song Xiaodong.
"Cough cough cough..." Before Qiao Yutong could say anything, a violent coughing fit from Song Xiaodong came through the receiver.
"I got the medicine. What's up with you? Caught a cold?" Qiao Yutong asked him.
"No, no, I choked." Song Xiaodong finally caught his breath and answered.
"Choked on what?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"It's nothing, I was doing Alchemy this afternoon and got smoked out. The storeroom is still full of smoke, next time I really should install a range hood." Song Xiaodong said on the other end of the line.
"Hahahaha, a range hood, seriously? Are you making medicine or stir-frying veggies?" Qiao Yutong laughed so hard her whole body was shaking as she spoke to him.
"Making medicine and cooking are interconnected—ever heard of medicinal cuisine?" Song Xiaodong was about to launch into a lecture again.
