When Zhao Jun unwrapped the moss, Wang Meilan froze. Then, she anxiously asked, "Son, where did you get this?"
Zhao Jun smiled. "I got it in the mountains."
"'Got it?'" Wang Meilan grew even more anxious when she heard that and pressed, "Who did you get it from?"
Zhao Jun burst out laughing. He hurried over to help Wang Meilan sit down, then said, "Ma, 'getting it' is ginseng hunters' slang. It means 'dug it up.' Your son dug all these up himself."
"Huh?" Wang Meilan looked at Zhao Jun and blinked, feeling as if she were dreaming.
"Son!" Wang Meilan grabbed Zhao Jun's wrist. "But don't people hunt for Ginseng in the fall?"
Zhao Jun said with a smile, "The Mountain God, the Elder Leader, wanted to give your son a fortune. Who are we to question the timing? If he gives it, we take it."
As Zhao Jun spoke, he unwrapped the other four Ginseng Buns for Wang Meilan to see.
