Song Tan and Qiaoqiao were wielding hoes in the bamboo forest, while Qiaoqiao was somewhat regretful about digging up the spring bamboo shoots: "Can't we do a prize drawing with these?"
She shook her head: "These spring bamboo shoots are a bit late; they're too old to eat now. If we send them out, some people might receive good ones, others bad ones, and that would be so disappointing for them, right?"
So it's best for consistency to just dig up the ones in the soil.
At least the winter bamboo shoots that haven't surfaced are round and hefty, giving one to each person wouldn't be shabby.
Qiaoqiao nodded, then happily asked, "Sister, tonight I'll make spicy bamboo shoot slices with minced meat for you, do you like it?"
"Sure!"
Song Tan swung the hoe without changing her rhythm.
Qiaoqiao also swung down the hoe, pried upwards, and a plump bamboo shoot was dug out.
In the unnoticed live streaming room, the crowd's shouting seemed to burst through the screen—
