"No spirit herbs."
"Oh, then eating grass is fine as well. I am not picky now."
Before this, eating grass was a form of torture for her.
Since the spirit spring had moved into the medium, even the grass had become tasty. Compared to before, it was just too appetizing. Although it could not fill her stomach, occasionally eating it as a snack was not that bad.
Feng Ruqing pondered for a moment.
She had planted too few spirit herbs the last time around. The new batch planted would only be ready for eating two days later.
Therefore, after she had pondered for a bit, with a thought in her mind, she brought out the previously harvested green grass.
This grass was green and fresh, and it looked more appetizing than the ordinary grass.
