Only Su Yijia Was Carefree
Xia Weiguo swiftly considered a few methods, but none seemed quite reliable. Ultimately, he looked somewhat troubled as he turned to Qin Kaize.
"Place the medicinal herbs you brought on the table," Qin Kaize suggested. He knew Yijia had brought eleven ginseng roots aged over a hundred years. By placing these ginseng roots prominently and slightly disguising them, even if someone released poisonous insects, they would be drawn to the ginseng first. This way, they could be forewarned of any attempt to harm them.
"That's a great idea!" Xia Weiguo's eyes lit up.
Su Yijia, with lowered eyelashes, appeared contemplative, but in reality, she was checking with 666 to confirm if this plan was viable. What if these insects preferred warmth and living tissue?
[Host, Qin Kaize is right. Those eleven hundred-year-old ginseng roots are way more enticing than you. If you're still concerned, there are three three-hundred-year-old ginseng roots. If you present all of them, it'll be foolproof.]