Hong Daya touched the sticky liquid on the yam and smelled it. "Can this thing really be eaten?"
Jin Qianqian couldn't demonstrate on the spot. "Yes, it can. It's delicious roasted or boiled. Plus, it's a medicinal herb itself, so eating it is only good for the body."
"How do you know?" Hong Daya asked casually, her tone full of curiosity.
"My husband read about it in a book before. It seems to be recorded in medical texts as both medicine and food." Seeing that Hong Daya hadn't started digging yet, Jin Qianqian added, "Do you not believe us, Daya?"
Hong Daya waved her hands repeatedly. "That's not what I meant. It's just that I've never seen this before, so it's hard not to feel a bit uneasy. But if Yuan Yu read it in a book, then there's definitely no problem.
"Thank you so much, Qianqian. Thanks to you two, I'm benefiting from this again."
