Uncle Newton said, "The more serious something like this is, the easier it is to be targeted by thieves. It's right to use it to dry pickled vegetables."
Mrs. Taylor: "…" She was speechless.
With Uncle Newton's help, Mrs. Taylor dried a large bucket of pickled vegetables.
"I have to say, this stone is quite suitable for drying pickled vegetables!" Mrs. Taylor sized up with satisfaction.
Eric kept the broken stone in his room. Not only was a corner of it wrapped in white plastic, but Mrs. Taylor also pressed two pickles on it.
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Taylor sighed. She wiped her hands on her apron and continued working.
Outside the Walton residence, a black car slowly drove past. A small and light drone quietly flew above the Walton residence.
In the black car, someone asked, "We can't see if we fly too high! Can't we fly lower?"
Another person said, "If we go any lower, we'll be discovered. Hurry up and fly away."
