Looking at the two whose expressions were off.
Tang Song invited, "Cousin, Jiajia, would you like to join us for dinner?"
Yang Zihang quickly waved his hand, "No need, we just ate before we left, maybe next time, since we're all in Yan City."
"Okay then."
"By the way, the things aunt brought for you are here." Yang Jiajia pointed to the instant noodles carton next to the Passat, "The vegetables inside were just picked from the field this morning, aunt brought quite a lot for you, you can share some with your colleagues if you can't finish eating them."
"Hmm." Tang Song nodded, squatted down, and opened the box lid, which was stuffed full.
Spinach, cucumbers, spring onions, tomatoes.
All grown in their own fields, very fresh.
Besides these, there was also a jar of pickled salted eggs.
He often shared his low-fat meals he made with his mother, she must have remembered, and thus had asked the cousin to bring over some vegetables specially.
