After squatting on the ground for a while, Ye Lingyu got up and moved around a bit before sitting down again next to Cheng Qingyan.

Her daughter, Ayan, was throwing a tantrum, so she had to coax her: "Ayan, I was wrong, don't be angry anymore, okay? My Ayan isn't a bad person, she's the kindest and best person in the whole world."

Cheng Qingyan gave a haughty snort: "Hmph, it's enough that you know I'm good."

Seeing that Cheng Qingyan was no longer angry, the little ginseng spirit also smiled.

Seeing this, Cheng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed.

Why should she, an adult, take this little one so seriously? Of course, she knew that her wife's accusations of her being bad were lies, meant to appease the little ginseng spirit.

But she had only slept in Ye Lingyu's bed last night, and she wasn't sure if they could continue sleeping together. She needed to find a reason to stay overnight, so that if Ye Lingyu didn't let her stay, she could still try to persuade her.

"My wife, I'm sorry, I was being willful just now."

"Also, little ginseng spirit, I really didn't know your tendrils were so fragile. I'll be more careful next time." It's best to correct mistakes to avoid making the atmosphere between the two of them and the monster feel strange.

"Ayan, I'm fine, no need to apologize, I understand."

“That’s right, Mother, as long as you’re not angry, we’re all family. Why apologize? Jiangjiang can’t bear it.”

No one held it against her, so she stopped being angry, and the little ginseng spirit breathed a sigh of relief.

She mustn't upset her mother; it wasn't easy for her to finally transform and meet her. She should cherish this opportunity and make a good impression.

It wasn't good for them to just sit on the ground in the yard, so Cheng Qingyan invited the little ginseng spirit into the house.

Mainly, I feel sorry for her wife.

"My wife, what kind of fruit would you like to eat?"

"The same ones as last time will do."

In the living room, Cheng Qingyan took out some fruit from the table.

The little ginseng spirit curiously examined the fruits in the fruit plate. These were all fruits she recognized, fruits that had been grown in her space before.

Ye Lingyu peeled the first lychee and held it to Cheng Qingyan's lips: "Ayan, you eat first~"

Cheng Qingyan held the lychee in her mouth, and the little ginseng spirit immediately covered her eyes with her round little hands: "Eh, Mother is so shy, her face is all red."

He's small in stature but incredibly shrewd; he knows a lot.

Cheng Qingyan handed her a lychee: "Peel it yourself if you want to eat it. Only I can eat the ones my wife peels."

"Mother is such a jealous person! Jiang Jiang didn't do anything, and Mother is already jealous?"

"I'm not jealous at all. You're too young to understand."

The little ginseng spirit stood proudly on the table: "Mother, Jiangjiang is almost ten thousand years old, he's not a child anymore."

"Okay, okay, I'm not a child anymore."

Kids just won't admit they're kids.

"Speaking of which, you're clearly a ginseng spirit, so why are you named Jiang Jiang? Jiang Jiang, ginger, ginger?"

Jiangjiang sounds the same as the ginger in ginger.

She always had this illusion that this ginseng spirit, when talking about Jiang Jiang, pointed to itself and said that it was a piece of ginger, ginger, ginger, not ginseng.

The ginseng spirit seemed to know that "Jiang" and "ginger" are homophones, but she didn't care at all: "Because I've always been called Jiang Jiang, so I'm called Jiang Jiang~ Not ginger, it's ginseng Jiang Jiang~"

"Alright, alright, Ginseng Jiangjiang, see this root? The reason I couldn't resist plucking it is because you said your roots are very powerful, and I was a little curious." Cheng Qingyan thought for a moment and then used an analogy, hoping that the ginseng spirit would understand.

"It's like the human world's principle of not flaunting wealth, you know? Don't easily let others know your worth, or you'll suffer a terrible fate."

The ginseng spirit swayed left and right, spinning around: "But Mother isn't just anyone, Mother is Mother!"

"How do you know that your mother is definitely a good person? What if she's a bad mother?" Cheng Qingyan wanted to argue with this.

Ginseng Essence Jiangjiang paused for a moment, seemingly not having considered this question.

"Mother is a good mother. Does Mother still want Jiangjiang to die? Jiangjiang knows that Mother doesn't love Jiangjiang at all. She's misplaced her love. In the end, Jiangjiang has misplaced her love."

Crying again... and adding drama to her own life. This ginseng spirit's body, apart from the outer skin, is probably full of scheming and treacherous thoughts, isn't it?

Cheng Qingyan reached out and ruffled Jiang Jiang's little tuft of hair: "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to kill you, but could you please stop calling me 'mother'? My wife will mind!"

Jiang Jiang ran up to Ye Lingyu, her big, innocent eyes looking pitiful, and asked, "A second mother, you don't mind, okay? Jiang Jiang... Jiang Jiang..."

She wanted to say something, but seemed to get stuck. One sentence made Jiangjiang so anxious that she was about to cry again.

Ye Lingyu touched its face. Hmm, it was cool. It felt similar to the white radishes she usually washed and chopped—slippery and icy cold.

Looking at the eager, chubby Jiang Jiang in front of her, Ye Lingyu said slowly, "Don't rush, tell me slowly. You believe that Ayan is your mother because she gave birth to you, right?"

Jiang Jiang nodded, her little tuft of hair bobbing up and down.

"Can you leave Ayan's spatial world?"

"We need Mother's permission before we can take Jiangjiang out."

That means Jiang Jiang can leave here and go into real life.

But no matter what, it is still in the form of a ginseng plant. Could it possibly transform?

"You can change your form at will?"

Jiang Jiang swayed her body, and the little tuft of hair on her head flashed with golden light, transforming into an adorable little girl.

At first glance, it looks like a chubby doll from a New Year's painting.

Cheng Qingyan curiously circled around Jiang Jiang, examining him closely. This was the first time she had ever witnessed such a legendary transformation; it was simply too amazing.

That's incredible! I wonder if Jiang Jiang's abilities will be of any use to her.

Ye Lingyu looked at the ginseng rootlets Cheng Qingyan was holding and asked, "What effect did the rootlets that A-Yan plucked out have on you?"

At this point, Jiang Jiangyuan put her hands on her hips, looking very proud, and her voice became much louder: "An excellent product for prolonging life!"

Sure enough, even the roots of the ginseng spirit had similar effects to ordinary ginseng, at most a little stronger.

Despite the lack of positive feedback from its supposedly remarkable effects, Jiang Jiang added, "My roots are different from other ginseng roots. They can not only strengthen the body but also detoxify all poisons, and prolonging life is just one of them."

"As long as a person is alive, just by holding a piece of my root in their mouth, they will be unable to swallow their breath."

In some situations, this might not be a good thing.

But when it comes to healing and saving lives, it is undoubtedly a unique treasure in the world.

One cannot expect a single tendril to revive the dead or heal the wounded.

Being able to stay alive while waiting for treatment is like having a second life.

Cheng Qingyan silently handed the root he had plucked from the ginseng spirit to Ye Lingyu: "Wife, this is such a good thing, keep it, keep it."

These aren't just roots, they're life-saving treasures!