“Grandpa, I'm back."

Her voice resonated in the vacant hall.

Yet, no one responded. She assumed her grandpa was sun-drying herbs in the backyard again.

Rosalynn walked with a smile from the front hall to the backyard.

The big yard was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

The ground was covered with all kinds of herbs.

An elderly man crouched, busily handling the herbs before him.

"Grandpa!"

Rosalynn walked behind him and called out to him with a smile.

But as she smiled, her mouth was suddenly filled with a bitter herb.

The taste was so bitter that she frowned and felt nauseous.

“Don't spit it out. If you can‘t tell what kind of herb it is, just keep it in your mouth."

The old man spoke with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

Calvert used this method to assess her herb identification skills.

Grimacing, Rosalynn carefully tasted the herb and said, “It's Withered Grass. It can be used for making tea.”

Calvert smiled and said, "Well, it appears you haven't forgotten what I've taught you.”

How could she forget?

If she did, Calvert would subject her to strange punishments.

Rosalynn rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Grandpa, can I spit it out now?"

“Alright ."

Rosalynn stepped aside and spat out the herb. She quickly opened the box she brought with her and grabbed a small biscuit to munch on.

Calvert snatched the biscuit box from her hand and glared at her.