This bamboo forest isn't particularly large or small; in total, it occupies roughly one or two acres.
Upon entering the bamboo forest, the air suddenly became humid, and there was a smell of fermenting bamboo leaves. The ground felt soft and squishy underfoot.
Now that it was early April, many of the bamboo shoots had already grown more than a meter tall. The aunt expertly navigated around these, choosing only the smaller, tender ones.
Once she spotted one, a hoe would come down and a plump shoot would be pried out straightaway.
For Qiaoqiao, this seemed like a treasure hunt; he too wielded a hoe, digging wherever the shoots looked plump.
Seeing this, the aunt couldn't help but laugh, "Our Qiaoqiao is becoming more and more capable by the day!"
"That's right," Song Tan said proudly, "It's all thanks to my teaching."
Indeed, she had taught him most of it.
