The two sisters strolled around the vegetable field, picking out two ripe tomatoes, three cucumbers of just the right size, and a small pumpkin.
The pumpkin had not fully matured, hence it could not be used for porridge or steamed, but it was currently at its most tender. It would be perfect to stir-fry or to steam with buns.
Zhuang Qingning thought and planned to cook a stir-fried pumpkin dish for dinner, served with cucumber salad, salted duck eggs, and a scallion pancake to complete the meal.
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On this end, Zhuang Jingye was marching toward Zhuang Ruman's house in long strides.
The courtyard gate was closed, and although the walls of the house were not particularly high, Zhuang Jingye needed to tiptoe to peek over. Despite this, he could not see much of what was happening inside the courtyard.
Zhuang Jingye fetched two half-brick pieces from the corner to step on, trying to get a better view of what the dark-hearted Zhuang Ruman was up to at home.
