Chapter 975 Eating Herbs


    In addition to the supplements, there were also several valuable gifts.


    Vernon sucked his pipe and narrowed his eyes at Sheffield. "Save it. You''ve never cared about me." He


    squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.


    Sheffield purposefully ignored Vernon''s words and opened one of the boxes, in which there was


    another pipe. "In order to buy a good pipe for you, Evelyn and I went to many shopping malls. This pipe


    is hand-made of photinia wood in Denmark. Do you like it?"


    The pipe was in the shape of a trunk. With one look, one could easily tell that the beautiful engraving


    was carved by a professional artist.


    Vernon took the pipe, observed it closely, and nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you, Evelyn. You''re more


    filial than Sheffield."


    Sheffield pretended to be unhappy after hearing that, and he wore a gloomy expression on his face.


    "Master, I''m also filial to you. That day, you asked me to stay here for one night. I did. I even missed my


    date with Evelyn to apany you." It wasn''t like Sheffield was jealous of Evelyn. In his heart, he was


    thrilled when he heard Vernon praise her.


    Evelyn cast a confused gaze at him, wondering which date he was referring to. Her fingers


    subconsciously traced the edges of her chin. Was it the time when she was with Savannah and his


    phone was off? Realization dawned on her and she raised her surprised nce at him. ''So, he was


    here that day.''


    "Go away! Don''t say you know me!" Vernon''s face was twisted into disgust.


    Evelyn was amused by the two''s bickering.


    Sheffield opened another bag and said, "Master, please take a look at this." There were several boxes


    in the bag.


    "Latakia tobo?" Vernon''s eyes lit up when he saw the two words carved on the surface.


    Sheffield chuckled at that. "You''re such an old smoker! You recognized it at a single nce!" He


    pushed the shopping bag towards his master.


    Latakia tobo was very expensive Eastern tobo from Syria. It was ck and one of the very few


    kinds even the stems and leaf veins of which were useful. A small amount of the tobo in the form


    was enough to produce a thick fragrance.


    Latakia tobo was so rare that Vernon rather smoked Virginia tobo.


    The sight of the brand-new tobo made Vernon''s heart want to burst out of his chest. He even


    ignored Sheffield''s joke and nodded insistently. "Thank you, Evelyn. You''re so thoughtful."


    "It''s all Sheffield." Evelyn sent Vernon a polite smile and looked at Sheffield. "He told me about your


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    hobbies. We picked the gifts together."


    If it weren''t for Sheffield, she wouldn''t have even known what gifts to buy Vernon.


    Vernon knocked on Sheffield''s head with the pipe. "He is quick-witted. Sadly, he just loves ying tricks


    too much and won''t ever get serious. Evelyn, let me tell you something. When his grandfather was


    alive, this brat went to his yard every day to steal herbs and eat them. After his grandfather passed


    away, he beganing to my yard to steal herbs from me every day, and I beat him a lot for it."


    "Eating herbs?" Evelyn was intrigued.


    "Yes! Stupid, right? He could have died from poison!" Vernon took a nce at Sheffield with a solemn


    face.


    Evelyn nodded and pursed her lips at the thought of Sheffield eating herbs. "Yes, really stupid."


    "He was lucky enough to survive! You know what? When he was three years old, one day, when his


    grandfather wasn''t paying attention, he ate some herbs of rhizoma ligustici and almost died. Luckily, his


    grandfather found it in time and saved him." Vernon''s face melted when he recalled Sheffield''s


    childhood.


    Evelyn cast an affectionate nce at Sheffield, who had opened a jar of tea leaves and was smelling


    the leaves. He acted as if he weren''t the one Vernon was talking about.


    "At that time, the one thing that his grandfather feared the most was that he would eat the poisonous


    Chinese medicinal herbs such as graceful jessamine herb. So, he specifically stored the herbs in a


    room, and he would lock the door every day in order to keep Sheffield away. Well, this guy took the


    chance when his grandfather was asleep to steal the key. He found a jar of graceful jessamine herb.


    He opened it and just as he was about to put his hand inside, the jar dropped on the ground. It broke


    into pieces before he could eat the herb. The noise woke his grandfather up. Sheffield ran away and


    went home by himself at eleven o''clock that night..."


    "Master!" Sheffield groaned after hearing the conservation. "I''m here to wish you a happy new year. But


    why do you keep talking about those embarrassing stories? I don''t want Evelyn to listen to you


    anymore." It almost felt like Sheffield was throwing a tantrum.


    Evelyn coughed up her giggle and cast Sheffield an adorable gaze. "Let Grandpa continue. What are


    you afraid of?"


    Sheffield shut his mouth and got back to smelling the leaves from the jar. He had no choice but to listen


    to Vernon''s narration of his childhood.


    Vernon didn''t even bother looking at Sheffield. "His grandfather chased him back home, forcefully


    pulled him out of bed, and gave him a violent beating. He also put a fierce dog in front of the room full


    of herbs. It helped, but it onlysted for two days! On the third day after school, Sheffield dropped some


    powder of thorn apple into the water and fed it to the dog. In ancient times, the knockout drops were


    mainly made from thorn apple flowers. After the dog drank the water, it slept the whole day. By the time


    his grandfather found out about it, Sheffield had done this to the dog three times already. At that time,


    the dog didn''t dare to bark at him anymore."


    Evelyn chuckled when she imagined the scene. It seemed Sheffield had been too naughty as a child.


    Sheffield frowned and looked earnestly at Vernon. "Master, can''t you say something nice about me?"


    he pleaded while leaning against the chair and yed with the pipe he bought for Vernon.


    Vernon grabbed the pipe from him and brushed the imaginary dust off it. "I want to, but is there


    anything good about you? Why don''t I seem to have its memory? I only remember your tricks. I still


    remember what your grandpa told me at his deathbed."


    Curiosity level in Evelyn''s heart had already reached its peak. "What did he tell you?"


    Vernon sat back and took a drag on the pipe. The smoke formed rings in the air. "He told me to keep


    an eye on Sheffield and not let him engage in the traditional Chinese medicine industry. Or else, a lot of


    people might suffer! You know, Sheffield had never done anything good with Chinese medicine. Other


    people use it to save lives, while he uses it to kill."


    "He was a two-faced old man. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have left his medical notes to me," Sheffield


    argued.


    "Speaking of the notes of traditional Chinese medicine, I have more to tell you." There were so many


    things about Sheffield that Vernon couldn''t wait to tell her.


    "Okay." Evelyn sat straight and gazed at Vernon with interest.


    "After Sheffield got the notes of traditional Chinese medicine from his grandfather, he hid in a remote


    forest and studied them for days and nights, memorizing all the content. When he was back home, he


    burned the notes in front of his father. His father was so angry that he disowned him instantly."


    Evelyn was stunned and confused. "Sheffield severed his rtionship with his father?"


    He had told her that his parents passed away. Evelyn thought for a moment. ''Oh, maybe his father


    disowned him before he died.''


    "Yes! Do you know how many people were willing to pay a high price to get that book? Someone once


    paid two hundred million, but Sheffield got angry at that person and asked him to go away." If Vernon


    were in Sheffield''s shoes, he would have kicked that person out of his house too. The fruit of Mooney''s


    painstaking work could only be inherited. It was not for sale.


    Although Sheffield''s father was not happy about this matter, Vernon had always been blissful about


    what Sheffield did. It proved that Sheffield was a kind and righteous kid and did not value money over


    people.


    Speaking of Sheffield''s past, Vernon had a lot to talk about. Sheffield had listened for so long he even


    began dozing off. Vernon was about to continue when he happened to gaze at half-awake and half-


    asleep Sheffield and decided to make some food for them. "Sheffield, show Evelyn around. I''m going to


    prepare lunch for you."


    "Got it." Cross-legged, Sheffield rested his head against his hand and watched Vernon leave the room.


    Evelyn was amused by Sheffield''s childhood stories. "You were a naughty boy back then."