"Lu Shu, what are we having for dinner? You should start cooking," said Lu Xiaoyu.
"Xiaoyu." Lu Shu did not catch on. He sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time. "What do you think is at Changbai Mountains? Why is Nie Ting so mysterious about it?"
"Probably dinner," said Lu Xiaoyu calmly.
"From Lu Shu's distress, +166!"
As Lu Shu was cooking, he looked at the courtyard outside the window. Suddenly, he was dumbfounded. "Didn't we cut the grass yesterday? Why has it already grown to my knee?"
This was too fast!
"What's so weird about that? In the past, we needed to wait for two months before our tomatoes were ready. Now, we only have to wait for a week and the tomatoes now taste much better than they did in the past," said Lu Xiaoyu casually.
