"He was very old - the hakka. He wasn't mean. Each herb has many names - like your watch, I can call it by many different names. So, I had to learn. He didn't write down the names - I had to look for the herbs. He was afraid of teaching me everything, the skills he possessed. He told me to go get the medicine, and when I got back, the herbs were packaged nicely and ready to go. I missed the in-between steps. He didn't tell you his secrets. He wasn't a bad person; he just didn't want you to know, to master his ways. A year later, he left and we hired another hakka to come help. He stayed for a long time."