After walking for about five minutes, Father Meng finally brought everyone to the depths of the courtyard. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Mo Zhu. He seriously pointed at the herbs in the courtyard and introduced them, "These are all herbs grown in my house. As you can see, there are many types of herbs. If you have anything you like, feel free to ask. I'll pluck some for you later as a small greeting gift."
When Xu Huan heard this, his eyes almost fell to the ground again. Using the Ten Thousand Aged Pine Snow Herb as a small greeting gift! The Meng family's father was really generous!
Upon hearing this, Huo Xuan's eyes darkened as he looked at Father Meng silently.
Mo Zhu did not speak. She quietly walked around the courtyard and roughly looked at all the herbs. She said lightly, "Uncle, after these herbs mature, what do you usually do with them?"
