The third of July.
Looking at Shen Zhiyu, who was eating his head off, Nanzhi couldn't help but worry a bit.
Although they all say that it's good for children to eat more as they grow, but Zhiyu has already eaten three bowls. She hoped he isn't overeating.
"Zhiyu, slow down, eat more if you're hungry later."
Looking at her nephew's bulging stomach, Sun Cui rubbed it gently, her eyes full of affection.
During the last trip to buy ginseng, her younger sister had surprisingly bought an extra twenty-year-old ginseng. Every few days, her mother-in-law would cut a few slices from the ginseng and stew it with an old hen for her to eat.
To be honest, she felt more comfortable and energetic these days.
That piece of ginseng cost twenty-two taels. It was really a heavy gift.
Zhiyu just nodded, but his hands didn't stop at all.
These days, his father would call him every night and then take him to practice martial arts.