The ginseng spirit clung to Cheng Qingyan's body. The one she was holding turned and ran away the first time it saw her!
"Wow, Mother, you heartless mother! You turned and ran away as soon as you saw Jiang Jiang. It's Jiang Jiang's fault for making Mother angry, so you don't love him anymore and you despise him, right?" The ginseng spirit clung to Cheng Qingyan, crying so heartbrokenly.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a heartless man!
Her wife was right there, so how did she suddenly have a ginseng spirit daughter?
Wait, how come it's a daughter?
Never mind, she tried her best to tear the ginseng spirit off, but it seemed to be welded to her body, and she was gripping her clothes tightly!
There shouldn't be any more damage now, so she started negotiating with the ginseng spirit: "Let go first, let go of my hand and then we can talk, okay?"
The ginseng spirit shook its little tuft of hair: "No! If you run away again and don't come back, Jiangjiang will have no mother!"
Cheng Qingyan sighed helplessly, "Hey, I'm telling you, let go, and I promise I won't run away, okay?"
"Really?" The ginseng spirit's distrustful tone made Cheng Qingyan want to punch her.
"I mean what I say, don't worry."
The ginseng spirit then tentatively loosened its grip on one hand, and seeing that Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu showed no intention of running away, it loosened its grip on the other hand.
I'd never really seen what the ginseng spirit looked like, but now that this white ball of a thing was standing right in front of me, it looked no different from a huge, overweight white radish.
She's probably less than half a meter tall, not even reaching her knees. Her legs are really short, and her arms are longer than her legs.
Overall, it's chubby and white, and those two little round arms... how does it generate so much strength?
After Cheng Qingyan realized that it didn't seem to have any ill intentions, she squatted down and talked to it: "Tell me, what happened to you? Didn't you say you were going to give me a mysterious gift? Why did you give me a monster? Did something happen and you mutate?"
The ginseng spirit hopped and skipped around, even spinning in a circle: "Jiang Jiang, I'm that mysterious gift! What, Mother, don't you like Jiang Jiang? Also, Jiang Jiang isn't a monster, to be precise, Jiang Jiang is a kind of spirit!"
Well, monsters and spirits, they're all still inseparable from the word "monster".
"So what? Is there some special meaning behind treating you as a mysterious grand prize?" Cheng Qingyan had been cultivating ginseng since the beginning, through two lifetimes, and had actually managed to cultivate a ginseng spirit.
If she had known from the beginning that it would produce ginseng essence, perhaps she wouldn't have planted it.
However, if ginseng is planted in the ground for thousands or tens of thousands of years, wouldn't it become a ginseng spirit?
Moreover, even if she had been told from the beginning that if she kept planting it, it would grow into a ginseng spirit, she would definitely have continued planting it.
It's like that kind of curiosity; when you encounter something unknown, you always want to see what it's all about.
In particular, when someone says something tastes awful, and warns against eating it because it's so bad it'll make you want to throw up, it makes you want to see just how bad it really is.
I refused to believe it was so bad; I had to buy it and try it to see just how awful it was, and whether it was really so bad it would make me want to vomit.
The ginseng spirit, Xiao Yuan, pointed to herself: "Me, Jiang Jiang! I'm a noble spirit, extremely rare. As rare as an immortal in the mortal world, Jiang Jiang, you're awesome, okay?"
When this little round hand is stretched out, it truly is a "round hand." Whether it's amazing or not, I don't know, but this hand is genuinely round; every single finger is round!
"For example, it's a new product, so let me introduce it."
The ginseng spirit bristled: "Mother, how can you treat Jiangjiang like those technological products? Jiangjiang is a spiritual being nurtured by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. Not to mention me, even a single stalk of mine is ten thousand times more powerful than them!"
Cheng Qingyan was skeptical and reached out to pluck a ginseng root from the ginseng spirit's leg: "Let me try. How do you eat this?"
The ginseng spirit's eyes were brimming with tears; if it blinked, the water would instantly flood Jinshan Temple.
Sure enough, the next second, the ginseng spirit's wailing echoed through the space. It was a heart-wrenching, ghostly wail.
Hey hey hey? Why are you crying over plucking a single root?
She turned to Ye Lingyu for help: "My lady, I didn't mean to..."
Ye Lingyu didn't expect that Cheng Qingyan would reach out and pluck one off after hearing the ginseng spirit say that its tendrils were powerful.
"You should ask if it's okay to pull it out next time, just in case you get hurt."
Cheng Qingyan felt a little guilty: "I know, I didn't expect it to come off so easily."
When it cries, it doesn't look like a monster at all; it looks just like a child crying in grievance.
Ye Lingyu wiped the ginseng spirit's tears with her sleeve and comforted her, "Don't cry, okay? Ayan didn't mean it. Can you forgive her for her recklessness this time?"
The ginseng spirit sobbed, "Mother just doesn't like Jiangjiang and wants him to disappear. Not only did she pull out Jiangjiang's roots, but she also brought a kitchen knife this time. She must despise Jiangjiang and want to chop him up, waaaaah~"
"Why is Jiangjiang so unlucky? Ever since her mother planted Jiangjiang in the ground, she has never cared about Jiangjiang. Is it easy for Jiangjiang, a little ginseng, to live alone until now? Jiangjiang has only just taken human form, and she already wants to kill me."
"Even tigers don't eat their cubs, Mother, you have such a cruel heart!"
The little ginseng spirit seemed to have found an outlet for her anger, scolding Cheng Qingyan while sobbing uncontrollably.
This is really unfair to Cheng Qingyan. No one told her that she should chat with and comfort the medicinal herbs she was growing!
Besides, who knew that medicinal herbs could talk! Not only did they speak, but they also didn't give anyone a chance to explain before making a final decision.
The little guy's crying softened Ye Lingyu's heart: "Okay, your mother is naughty, stop crying, okay?"
Cheng Qingyan curled her lip. Well, her wife was already showing favoritism and was already cursing her with the little ginseng spirit.
She was getting wicked; she started to suspect that this little ginseng spirit wasn't a good person. Her wife had only been with the little ginseng spirit for a short time, and she was already starting to be influenced by it.
It really upset her; she was so jealous, she was determined to be jealous no matter what.
“My wife is right, it’s my fault, I’m not good. Stop crying, or you’ll get dehydrated and your skin will become all wrinkled. Will I have to bury you in the ground to grow back? Why bother?” Cheng Qingyan was already thinking about how to bury the ginseng spirit back in the soil, fiddling with the roots she had pulled from it.
"Ayan, that's not what I meant. I just wanted it to stop crying. It can't keep crying like this."
"I know, I just can't stand my wife talking badly about me with other people."
The little ginseng spirit stopped crying, blinked her still wet eyes, hiccuped, and said, "Mother, what are you saying? Jiang Jiang is not a stranger, Jiang Jiang is one of us."
Cheng Qingyan glanced at the distant woods and said in a very low voice, "I don't care, it just won't work."
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