The domineering president goes on a blind date

After taking a bath, Tong Nuanwan sat on the sofa watching TV, swinging the ginseng in her hand.

After coming back, she soaked the ginseng in a large basin of water until all the dirt in every corner was washed away.

Tomorrow she wanted to find out how to make wine with ginseng. She wanted to make a pot of wine and give it to Li Anhe. They had been married for so long and Li Anhe had helped a lot with her household affairs, so she should show some appreciation.

What does ginseng taste like? I heard that this thing can prolong life. Is it really that magical?

Tong Nuanwan scratched the roots with her fingernails. The outer skin of the roots was very hard and almost nothing fell off.

Tong Nuanwan stared at the ginseng for a long time, wondering what it tasted like.

Take a bite now and taste it. It shouldn’t affect the efficacy of the medicine, right?

In front of the foodie Tong Tong Wan, anything can be put into his mouth.

She pulled out a whisker from it, put it in her mouth and chewed it. It had no taste, but a strong smell of earth.

Maybe it's too thin and I can't taste it.

Tong Nuanwan took a fancy to one of the bamboo forks and cut a small piece from it, revealing the white interior.

She remembered the ginseng slices and wild ginseng slices sold in the mall, which were all white. It should be correct, this is what they eat.

She put the cut ginseng into her mouth and chewed it for a few times. It was a bit hard and still had no taste.

Maybe ginseng just doesn’t have much taste. People often say that delicious food is called food ingredients, unpalatable but useful for the body is called medicinal material. Unpalatable and useless for the body is called building material.

Tong Nuanwan yawned loudly, her eyelids drooped, and her whole body became exhausted.

Why do I suddenly feel so sleepy? Never mind, I’ll study it tomorrow and go to sleep!

Tong Nuanwan threw the ginseng into the basin, closed the door, pulled up the quilt, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Ke Xingyao was having dinner with her mother, brother and sister-in-law.

"Young Madam, what you want is ready." Auntie brought a wooden box to Ji Nianluo.

When I opened the memorial tuber, I saw that the ginseng roots inside were clearly visible and looked very much like a child.

"Sister-in-law, is this ginseng?"

"Yes, my teacher is sick and I want to go see her."

"Let me see."

Ji Nianluo handed the ginseng to Ke Xingyao and lowered her head to continue eating.

This ginseng seems to be different from the ginseng I picked yesterday. The roots of this ginseng are soft, while the one picked yesterday was a bit hard.

"Sister-in-law, does all ginseng look like this?"

“Not necessarily, but it’s pretty close.”

"Is there a kind of ginseng that has a very long top and hard whiskers at the bottom?" Ke Xingyao gestured at the ginseng.

"What you said sounds a lot like pokeweed."

“What is pokeweed?”

"Phoenix rhizome is also a medicinal herb, somewhat similar to ginseng, but Phytolacca is a poison, while ginseng is life-saving."

"How poisonous?"

"It's like Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and the last one he tasted was the Chinese pomelo."

"No way! What we picked yesterday was Phytolacca."

"Did you collect any pokeweed yesterday?"

"Yes, Wanwan thought it was ginseng!"

"Then tell them quickly and don't let her eat it."

Tong Nuanwan had already eaten.

Ke Xingyao called Tong Nuanwan, but after a few beeps, no one answered.

"They should be going to work at this time. I'll go to the library to find them later." Ke Xingyao turned and looked at her aunt. "Aunt, please prepare three servings of the matcha ice cream you made last time for me."

"Miss, I'll get ready right away."

"Eat quickly!" Mother Ke picked up a croissant and placed it in front of Ke Xingyao.