'She had no idea what herbs were in these powders. Even if Qin Mei taught her everything without holding back, she doubted she could learn it. She had previously worried about the old saying, "teach the apprentice everything and the master starves." Heavens! She'd been way too confident. This apprentice—herself—couldn't learn it at all!'
"It's getting sticky." Qin Mei put down the spatula, already drenched in sweat.
"Heh heh." Second Aunt laughed awkwardly. "With a pot this big, how many ointment patches will it make?"
"At least a thousand," Qin Mei estimated conservatively. She usually used a small medicinal furnace to brew the herbs, which was enough for twenty or thirty patches. This time, using a big pot, she decided to do it all in one batch. It would be more than enough for Second Aunt to sell.
"That many?" Second Aunt exclaimed, looking at the pot of gooey medicine. Each patch used only a tiny bit; a thousand patches was a conservative estimate.
