The old scholar curiously watched as Jiang Xia took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from her bosom, holding it delicately in her palm as if presenting a treasure for him to see.
The old scholar, puzzled, asked, "What is this?"
Jiang Xia, playing mysterious, didn't answer directly but said, "Grandpa, open it yourself and see."
Perhaps influenced by Jiang Xia's caution, the old scholar also became careful, picking up the handkerchief with gentle and slow movements, then holding his breath as he slowly unfolded it.
Once he had completely unwrapped the handkerchief and saw what was inside, the old scholar's expression shifted from confusion to delight.
The old scholar looked at the handful of Lingzhi spore powder in the handkerchief as if he had discovered a new world. Given that it's hard to find Lingzhi these days, he didn't even bother to inspect the quality of the spore powder. Recognizing it was enough to make him happy.
