Nuannuan loves to watch the mountains and water, and Zhao Minghua accompanies her.
Whenever they arrive at a place, Chun Nuan loves to visit the market. In the local vegetable markets, there are more or less some herbal medicines for sale, and Chun Nuan often squats down to look. If there's something suitable, she'll buy it.
"Girl, look at these herbal medicines I have. Buy them, please. I picked them myself."
"What kind of herbal medicine is this?"
Zhao Minghua saw the fresh green leaves in front of the elderly lady and reached out to grab them directly.
"Be careful, they have thorns."
Chun Nuan tried to stop him, but it was already too late.
Zhao Minghua shook his hand in pain and gasped for air.
"What is this thing?"
"This is nettle." Chun Nuan was amused and exasperated: "That's what you get for being so quick-handed."
Nettle causes a stinging sensation when touched.
"It has miraculous effects for treating children's cough and toothache caused by wind and fire."
