"Are you sure this thing is actually Western ginseng?"
Ansheng received a call from Wang Qiqi, notifying him that Western ginseng was growing in their garden at the Phoenix City District. Confused, Ansheng left the house, taking a ride on the electric scooter driven by the fat cat to the neighborhood three kilometers away.
Arriving at the neighborhood garden, Ansheng stared bewilderedly at the dozens of foreign heads poking out from the flowerbed.
These foreigners weren't dead, yet their bodies were completely buried in the soil, with only their heads exposed to the air. Moreover, the planter seemed worried about them growing crooked, so they had bamboo sticks placed beside their heads.
This way, once their heads sprout, they could grow upwards along the bamboo sticks.
"At least, that's how the Treasure Tree Ants described them, using the term Western ginseng...."
Wang Qiqi shrugged, indicating she was very cautious about her choice of words.
