After applying the aloe, Han Qiwu felt a cool sensation on his face, incredibly comfortable, as if tiny drops of water were soaking into his skin.
Overall, it felt great.
Once done, Han Qiwu didn't say a word, simply gesturing for them to continue forward.
Aunt Hong Mei noticed he had a straw hat to shield him from the sun, so didn't object. She pulled Aunt Guo, who was still picking aloe leaves, and headed toward Dog Head Mountain together.
"This aloe gel needs to stay on for half an hour. Let's go gather some mugwort first, and we'll visit Buffalo River later to help you find mint."
Han Qiwu nodded in agreement.
Twenty minutes later, the trio arrived at Dog Head Mountain.
Dog Head Mountain lived up to its name — from afar, it looked just like the head of a yellow dog, with even its open mouth and teeth having identifiable references. Up close, the slope was dotted with many locals out foraging for spring greens.
"Oh, you're here too."
