As Zhao Tiezhu said that, he casually smiled.
“What!?”
Jiang Xiaorou was enraged. Picking 16 oz of herbs was already extremely difficult, yet Zhao Tiezhu added more!
Jiang Xiaorou knew Yi Yun’s herb picking speed was fast, and a tiny bit more would not matter to him. But knowing Zhao Tiezhu, it would be to “give them an inch, and they’ll take a yard”. An accident will eventually happen!
“Warrior Zhao, you must be joking. These herbs were picked extremely arduously from my hard work all day. It’s my all.”