With grace like the dawn, a visage so striking, In beauty and poise, mirrors Si Fuqing (3)

The old man had long told her that growing miraculous herbs from ordinary plants was a true mark of mastery, far beyond just cultivating rare and exotic herbs.

Holding a ginseng root, Si Fuqing fell into contemplation.

This was... farming?

Farmers, those who cultivate the land.

Herbalists, also cultivators of the land.

Alright, there wasn't much difference, after all.

Si Fuqing didn't inquire further, simply smiling warmly: "Thank you, Ningning. You're always so good to me."

"It's just returning the favor," Jiang Changning said. "That hand cream you gave me was very effective. It must have been expensive, right?"

"It was alright," Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly, "just a bit troublesome to make. I have a few more jars; I'll give them all to you."

Jiang Changning didn't hesitate to accept them.