Zhang Yanping turned his numb head:
"Sorghum stalks... there are sweet and non-sweet types?"
"Of course." Qiaoqiao looked at him strangely, "The sweet ones are a different variety that won't be mature for another month. Every year Grandpa plants a few specifically for me to eat."
"Brother Yanping, are you really craving them? No worries, you can go ahead and chop them down, there's a lot planted this year."
Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use at that moment.
After a while, he heard Xin Jun trying to hold back her laughter next to him, bursting into "Pfft, pfft," and he glared at her:
"How could you, Teacher Xin, so sly and cunning! Is this the example you set as an educator?"
Teacher Xin blinked innocently, "What did I do?"
Zhang Yanping was stumped.
Turning his head, he saw Xin Jun reaching out her hand, "Give me the knife, I'll chop the sweet stalks for you to eat."
