Chapter 25: It’s a Medicinal Herb, Not Firewood

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Chapter 25: Chapter 25: It’s a Medicinal Herb, Not Firewood

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At present, Tang Yuxin was just a three-year-old child, the age when kids are at their most oblivious. They still crawl and roll about in the dirt, playing with their siblings in the mud, needing someone to feed them or else they’ll get food all over their faces and all over the table.

They can’t even talk well, let alone read or write, so how could they possibly remember so much?

Tang Yuxin ran over and picked up a long-leaved herb. She brought it to her nose and sniffed.

“Grandpa said, the one that looks like Agave is called Qinghuan Grass, and it smells sour. This one smells sour.”

“Um, right,” Chen Zhong finally smiled at this point, but his smile was naturally cold. Some people are like this, their smiles seeming almost nonexistent. Others, though, naturally have good faces, their lips turned up, their eyes warm. But the things they do are even worse than pigs and dogs, kind of like Zhang Yong’an.

Even now, she could still recall the sweet words he once had for her.

She picked up the small bowl and, without any repulsion, began to drink.

But Tang Zhinian was breaking out in a cold sweat. Is this really drinkable?

And what about those dried sticks and withered grass? He thought they were for burning. So, they’re meant for drinking?

“Grandpa said, it’s good for the eyes. Can we drink this together, daddy?”

Tang Yuxin blinked her eyes, her face full of anticipation. Her innocent appearance was irresistible, and Tang Zhinian, who adored his obedient daughter, couldn’t resist her serious and deliberate acts of cuteness.

With a grit of his teeth, he also picked up the bowl. His daughter had already drunk hers. As her father, he couldn’t let her down, right? Otherwise, he’d become the laughing stock to his child.

Besides, Uncle Chen had said that it was drinkable. If he said it was, then it was. He couldn’t help but feel curious. He had thought that the herbs were for starting fires, but as it turns out, they were for making tea.

He took a sip from the bowl, and the taste actually set his fears aside. Although the liquid looked like urine and smelled average, it tasted fairly decent, or at least, it was potable.