Leave That Jar Behind, It's from the Ming Dynasty After All

Zhang Ming looked at the ginseng slices in the porcelain jar that were palm-sized. He was stunned.

F*ck!

Six hundred million!

Just like that, it was stewed into soup!

It was a thousand-year-old medicine!

His heart ached!

Meanwhile, Lu Ying was in a daze as tears streamed down her face.

This was too f*cking rich!

She could think of a hundred ways to use such a precious thing.

However, Chen Yun had used the 101st method, which was to eat it.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

Chen Yun looked at Lu Ying, who was beside him. Seeing that her tears could not be stopped, he was stunned.

Wasn't he just cooking a thousand-year-old ginseng? She didn't have to cry.

At that moment, Chen Yun waved his hand. "Alright, since you're guests, let's eat together."

"Jingyi, go and ask them to bring a few chairs over."