"Are you planning to open a clinic here?" Secretary Zhou asked.
An Ning gave a mysterious smile. "It's not exactly a clinic, but it's close enough. Besides, it's all good stuff!"
Secretary Zhou said skeptically, "All I see are some dark-looking things and some unprofessional medicine brewing equipment."
An Ning is actually using a flask to brew herbal medicine?
An Ning pointed at the vigorously boiling concoction and the clean, transparent flask, boasting, "Isn't this such professional equipment? And you call it unprofessional."
"Are you trying to trick me? Even if I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs walk, haven't I? Everyone knows you should use an earthenware pot to brew medicine!"
"I can't exactly use an earthenware pot in the office, can I? The flask is just perfect," An Ning said.
"But what's gotten into you? If your mother-in-law sees you doing this in the office, she'll definitely be even angrier," Secretary Zhou reminded.
