章 265: The Origin of a Potato

"Madam." An old woman was cleaning up the kitchen and quickly bowed when she saw her.

Shen Yijia waved her hand and asked, "Do you have ginger?"

"There's another small piece. Do you need it? I'll get it for you."

"Alright."

The rain outside gradually lessened, but it did not show any signs of stopping. Shen Yijia stood under the eaves and reached out to catch some water to play with for a while. Her gaze suddenly drifted to the junk that the old women had gathered. There were broken porcelain pieces, rotten leaves, and everything else. It was really a mess.

She frowned and squatted down. She took out something and was about to pick it up to take a closer look.

When the old woman returned and saw her actions, she quickly stopped her in a panic. "Oh my, Madam, you can't touch that thing. It's moldy, it'll dirty your hands. I'll throw it away now."