Li Zhiyuan sighed, walked out of the room, and went downstairs to the workshop.
Pushing open the door, inside was Run Sheng vigorously hand-rubbing the patterns on the iron mallets which would next be used as flagpoles.
"Xiao Yuan, you're here."
Run Sheng handed a large ceramic cup to Li Zhiyuan.
The ceramic cup was a bit dirty, soaking with patchouli leaves inside.
Li Zhiyuan took it and drank two big gulps.
After handing it back, Run Sheng "gulped" down the rest in one breath, then picked up the kettle from the small stove, and refilled the ceramic cup with hot water.
"I was wondering why it was so hot, Brother Runsheng, why did you move the stove inside?"
"Hehe, sometimes heating it up a bit makes it easier to work with. It's hot indeed, but drinking more water fixes everything, no big deal."
"You should take better care of your health."
"My health is just fine, don't worry, I've had a full meal."
