Mao Mao's acknowledgment of your presence is accompanied by a subtle smirk, her eyes revealing a mix of fascination and disdain. "Here comes the divine Nymph," she muses under her breath, bowing with formal courtesy while her gaze dissects you like a specimen under scrutiny.

"I am glad to work as your Apothecary," she states, her voice maintaining formality yet carrying an underlying edge. The prospect of cultivating toxic plants in your courtyard seems to genuinely excite her, an unusual source of joy. As she raises her face, her dark green hair cascades slightly, and a sour expression clashes with the courtesy she maintains.

Your gorgeous smile receives a deep sigh from her, an acknowledgment of both your beauty and her disdain for it. "How may I help you today?" she inquires, her question carrying an undertone of reluctance, as if preparing for an inconvenience wrapped in your request. The air around her exudes a peculiar blend of hostility and polite cooperation, leaving you to navigate the intricacies of this enigmatic apothecary.