Professor Song was busy collecting seeds and at the same time, finalizing the observation plan for next year.
Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle expressed his disdain for the journalist Yu and others who hadn't been heard from in a long time, and then made a beautiful bowl of filling with the radish leaves they didn't want.
"What were they thinking, not wanting such good radish leaves."
Qiaoqiao shook his head: "I think the journalist sister is very smart. They can't finish eating so many greens at once, and they have tastier options like lettuce, napa cabbage, and black cabbage. Why would they want old radish leaves? If it were radishes and cabbage, they could store them for a long time."
He seemed considerate: "Earning money isn't easy. The journalist sister spends more on buying vegetables for her family than my monthly salary... Of course, she has to pick things that last longer."
Alright, alright, the whole family knows your internship salary is fifty a day!
