Ye Ling walked over to Da Ya and noticed that Da Ya was carrying a small bamboo basket on her back, containing quite several fresh herbs. Ye Ling examined it carefully and was surprised to find that there were seven or eight types of herbs.
Ye Ling pointed at Da Ya's small bamboo basket and asked, "Da Ya, did you pick all these herbs?"
Da Ya nodded timidly.
Ye Ling's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Da Ya, you're so amazing. You know so many types of herbs?"
Da Ya had never received such praise in her life, especially from the beautiful big sister in front of her, who seemed even more beautiful than the goddesses worshiped in the temple. Da Ya's face suddenly turned red, and her two small hands nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes as she explained, "Mom taught me to recognize them."
"Then your mom is also very amazing," Ye Ling said with a smile. "By the way, why are you picking herbs here alone? Where's your mom? Where's your sister?"
