In theory, that should have been enough to last for quite a while. But Wang Meilan was just too kind-hearted. Whenever she was out chatting, if someone mentioned their family member had gotten a burn, Wang Meilan would tell them to come to her house and get some badger oil.
With that jar of oil, one person would come and take a little today, and another would take a little tomorrow. Now, there was just this tiny bit left.
Seeing Zhao Jun remain silent, Wang Meilan took the glass jar from his hand and passed it to Ma Ling. "Dear," she said, "this is enough for two applications. You take it back and use it for now. Tomorrow, Zhao Jun will go up the mountain and get a few badgers for you."
"Okay!" Ma Ling took the jar and nodded. "Thank you, Auntie."
"Nothing to thank me for, we're all family here!" Wang Meilan said with a smile and a wave of her hand. "Hurry back and put it on your mother's burn."
At that, Wang Meilan turned to Zhao Jun and said, "Son, walk Ma Ling home."
