Xiao Ruiyuan had never washed vegetables before. He scooped up a full basin of water with a gourd ladle and awkwardly cleaned the bit of mud clinging to the greens. Soon, the area around him was wet from the water spilling over.
After Mo Yan finished washing the pot, she stood by the stove and watched her husband wash the vegetables with a smile. When he accidentally splashed water on his face, she couldn't help but laugh secretly.
The greens were finally washed, but their tender leaves looked wilted as if they had been frostbitten, clearly because he had scrubbed too vigorously.
Xiao Ruiyuan was obviously disappointed and said glumly, "These vegetables definitely won't taste good. Let's not use them."
"Who says they won't taste good?" Mo Yan took the greens and placed them into a basket, "They are going to be boiled anyway; they might even cook faster this way."
Upon hearing that, Xiao Ruiyuan looked much better and joined Mo Yan in tearing the leafy greens one by one.
