Lu Donglai took a deep look at it, then suppressed the excitement in his heart. His gaze shifted to the logistics box beside him and asked, "What are these?"
He Xing reached out and lifted the plastic film covering it. "They're mushrooms."
Lu Donglai was slightly taken aback, but he quickly reacted. "Mushrooms?"
He took a step forward and saw what was in the box. "Are these... fresh mushrooms?" Lu Donglai's voice trembled slightly due to his excitement. If this were before the apocalypse, he would never get so excited just because he saw grass and fresh mushrooms.
Du Yue and He Xing stood beside the car, but they did not say anything to urge Lu Donglai. They allowed him to process things.
When Lu Donglai was done admiring the goods, he took the initiative to ask, "Where did you get these things?"
"They were all planted by us," He Xing said honestly.
"You planted them? How is this possible?"
