Min Qinghua and Min Gang were waiting anxiously in the hall, neither of them saying a word.
Seeing them coming down, they all greeted them and asked with concern, "What's the matter?"
"I'm fine, it's just that Xiaomei has consumed too much." Huang Jingxian looked at Yang Zimei gratefully and said.
Min Qinghua and Min Gang looked at Yang Zimei, and saw that her footsteps were a little sloppy, her face was pale, covered in cold sweat, her heart felt like being pulled by a thin thread, and the sharp pain spread...
Min Gang strode forward, stretched out his hand to support Yang Zimei, and said with a heartache, "Zimei, thank you for your hard work, sit down!"
Yang Zimei raised his eyes and glanced at Min Qinghua—
Seeing the emotions hidden in his deep eyes, her heart skipped a beat, she avoided his gaze, and sat down on the sofa beside her.
No matter how similar she looks, Min Qinghua is not the Min Gang from her previous life. Moreover, Min Gang is still in front of her eyes, so she can't confuse her emotions.
"Xiaomei, we still have a 300-year-old Changbai Mountain ginseng, I wonder if it is suitable for you to replenish your vitality?" Huang Jingxian asked.
Yang Zimei's eyes lit up slightly.
A person like her who cultivates vitality every day usually needs supplements to supplement her physical fitness. When she was on the mountain before, the master always tried every means to find some supplements for her to supplement her physical fitness.
It's a pity that the master doesn't have much money, and she doesn't have much money either. The grades of supplements that can be found are very low, and most of them are dug from the mountains.
It would be the best if there was something like century-old ginseng to supplement the energy she had just consumed.
"Thank you, Auntie, ginseng is really suitable." Yang Zimei didn't pretend to evade, she was depleting her vitality this time because of her, and she didn't take any gold from her, and eating her a ginseng tree was not an exaggeration.
"Then just wait, Auntie will cook the soup for you!" Huang Jingxian said.
"Auntie, there's no need. I still need to combine it with other medicinal materials. I'll take it home and make it up myself." Yang Zimei refused.
Such a good thing as century-old ginseng cannot be replenished at any time. It must be matched with the timing to maximize its effectiveness. Pure soup is too violent.
"Okay, I'll bring it to you." Huang Jingxian entered the room, took out a brocade box from inside, and handed it to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei opened—
A scent of ginseng quickly permeated the room, making people refreshed and breathing smoothly.
This ginseng tree has grown into a human shape, its beard, hair and facial features are clearly visible, it looks like a child lying in the yellow satin cloth...
According to Yang Zimei's heavenly eyes, the ginseng exudes a strong white auspicious energy, which is at least three hundred years old.
This ginseng is really a priceless treasure, at least it can rejuvenate a dying person.
Those antiques, no matter how expensive they are, are just dead things, but this ginseng is different, it can prolong life, heal diseases and promote body fluids, and save lives from death.
Huang Jingxian was so generous that she gave it to her without hesitation.
She looked at Min Qinghua and Min Gang, and there was no reluctance on their faces, but they smiled faintly, as if expecting her to accept them.
This ginseng was collected by Min Qinghua from an old ginseng farmer in Changbai Mountain at a cost of almost 30 million five years ago and given to his wife. He wanted her to make soup every day to keep her body healthy.
However, Huang Jingxian has been refusing to eat it, thinking that it is a sign of arrogance.
Now, Yang Zimei had exhausted her vitality and physical strength to save her, and needed supplements to supplement her energy, so she also thought of this ginseng tree, thinking it was the best gift to thank Yang Zimei.