"Is this okay?" Li Junping asked with her mouth, while her eyes fixated on the large, round tomato, her hand did not hesitate to pick it.
As she picked, her eyes still darted around the vegetable garden.
Mother and son alike, neither of them noticed An Hao standing not far away.
"Hey, those small spinach plants over there look nice! I'll pick some extra to bring back, so I can make dough drop soup for you guys in the next few days," Li Junping said with a smile.
"Pick less." Qin Fen objected to his mother.
"What? Can't even eat a few spinach leaves? Are you worried that the An family father and son won't be pleased?"
"What are you talking about? If we take back too many vegetables, they won't be fresh after a while and we'll have to throw them away! Better to take less, come back after we finish, and eat fresh vegetables every meal," Qin Fen said.
"You young people have such useful brains," Li Junping, carrying a basket, moved towards another greenhouse.
