Seventh Uncle felt satisfied in his heart and had also moved a stool to sit beside Qiaoqiao, taking out a branch of goji berries from the basket to ask him about it.
Qiaoqiao blinked in confusion:
"I don't recognize it."
He truly didn't recognize it.
For one thing, because he was a bit simple-minded, he was rarely allowed to play outside by himself when he was little, let alone run around in the mountains.
Secondly, this goji plant was just sprouting new leaves. Qiaoqiao might recognize it if it had berries on it, but now it only had leaves—and just a few tender ones at that. So it was normal that he didn't recognize them.
Seventh Uncle wasn't in a rush and said leisurely:
"This, you see, is goji. The dish we made for lunch today was made with it."
"Goji leaves are rich in nutrients and contain many substances. They are cool in nature and can nourish and boost vitality, clear heat to quench thirst, expel wind to improve vision…"
