Chapter 57 Mr Yarwood Is Quite

• Captivating With a cold expression, Wynter stood there. It is indeed cordyceps. Strong light should be avoided, and the temperature should not rise above 68 degrees Fahrenheit when storing cordyceps. It is currently 75.2 degrees Fahrenheit inside. UV rays are another thing. To preserve its medicinal value, I placed it inside the bag. The Gibsons are so ignorant of this medical understanding.” There was a clamor as soon as she gave her explanation. "You're talking nonsense," George continued to sneer. "George, please stop talking!" Hilda yelled. Stunned, he stared at her expression and then at the looks he received from others.
• He became instantly alarmed, questioning whether Wynter's words were accurate. "Yes, she is Margaret's apprentice! She has a passable understanding of medicine. Howard Young, the older of the Youngs, was the one who laughed. In the corner, he was like a regular old man, narrowing his eyes. "You should learn from her," he said to his grandson Felix at that precise moment. Felix possessed grace and humility. "Yes, Daddy." Nelson gently stated, "You're exaggerating, Howard. She was just being cunning. "That's correct!" "I just didn't think about that aspect!" George repeated.
• She exploited gaps in loopholes! Nelson's remarks initially had the potential to reduce the tension. But after adding this statement, George demonstrated his stupidity. Some were unable to assist, although they chuckled. Hilda wanted to hide her nephew's mouth because she was so embarrassed. He didn't respond at all. He grew angrier and started glaring around upon hearing the laughter. "Who dares mock me? "It was me," I said. Calmly, Lydia held up her hand. Once more, he froze. Among the Yarwoods, that is. How should he respond? She unexpectedly moved past him and toward Wynter without even glancing at him.