The small white porcelain bottle had no patterns and looked a bit like the sort of bottle used to hold elixirs in ancient times, stopped with a wooden cork.
Upon opening it, a strong scent of Chinese herbs wafted out.
Lu Hualiang glanced at it and noted that it contained several black pills.
Xia Weibao felt somewhat guilty, yet her face betrayed nothing, remaining calm and undisturbed.
"I made these pills myself."
"Are you sick?"
"Just a little dizzy, and I took them as a precaution against a cold."
Lu Hualiang reached out to feel her forehead, which was very normal.
Xia Weibao, worried he would probe further, quickly pulled his hand down, "It's just dizziness, no fever. I'm hungry—let's go eat."
Hearing she was hungry, Lu Hualiang didn't suspect anything, set the bottle down, and then took her downstairs to eat.
Having slept the whole day, she was indeed hungry.
