The Elixir That Seemed to Enhance the Bust

Zhang Xiaohu sighed. He seemed to have been moved by Zhang Xiaohua's unimaginable account and said, "Fine. Things have already come to this. If you refuse to take out some stone milk and mix it with clean water, there's nothing I can do. Just think—used bathwater can win the favor of Mingcui Hall's female disciples. Even I'm tempted, let alone those people you mentioned earlier!"

"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohua sneered. "Exactly. Things like this test one's conscience the most. One careless step, and your conscience gets ground away. After enough time passes, you won't even know what a conscience is!"

Zhang Xiaohu rubbed his chest and said, "Luckily, this only makes me feel somewhat uneasy. I don't need to put my conscience over a fire and fry it yet."

Then his tone shifted, and he said worriedly, "Right, there are quite a lot of female disciples in Mingcui Hall. My wooden bucket may be large, but if everyone gets a bottle, it still might not be enough."

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes rolled a few times. "If the wooden bucket isn't enough, use water jars. Aren't you going to mix it with clean water? Just mix this bathwater with clean water!"

"Then..." Zhang Xiaohu hesitated. "Wouldn't that mean I'm betraying my conscience even more?"

"Dizzying..." Zhang Xiaohua nearly fell over. Helplessly, he said, "Since you're already deceiving people, why not deceive them all the way? If a few female disciples don't get any and bear a grudge against you, wouldn't I be doing more harm than good? We might as well not do it at all."

"Fine, then. We can only cross the bridge when we come to it." Helplessly, Zhang Xiaohu led Zhang Xiaohua into the small kitchen in the courtyard. Inside stood three enormous water jars, all filled to the brim.