Even though Yan Nangui is quite a scoundrel, he's very good at sweet-talking people, making those young girls die for him. He's also skilled at coaxing the elderly. The old master, given his age, often prefers not to fuss over things, so he falls for Yan Nangui's tricks. Hearing this, he chuckled and took the box: "Alright, let me see what Gui-er has brought me?"
When he opened the box, inside lay a hundred-year-old ginseng, clearly of superior quality.
"It's large in size, bright in color, with long, strong, and mature roots. This hundred-year wild mountain ginseng is indeed rare," Zhuang Xiyue, who was quite knowledgeable and experienced, commented.
Old Master Yan laughed heartily: "Good, Gui-er has put his heart into this."
"As long as you, Grandpa, live a long life, what does a wild mountain ginseng count as!" Yan Nangui sat down and swept his gaze around: "Wasn't it said that Ah Song had returned? Why haven't I seen him?"
