148. Continuous Lettuce_1

But now it's just the Qingming season, and the mint has only sprouted a tender bunch, plus I did not prepare any chicken blood either...

Seventh Uncle sighed in disappointment and decided to postpone this dish until summer.

Over here, Yanping had already picked a large handful of blooming rape flowers and stuffed them into his arms before tossing them into the basket.

Seventh Uncle looked down, and in an instant, he started hopping mad:

"Why did you pick all the ones in full bloom? Aren't those with buds tenderer?"

Yanping was bewildered for a moment—he didn't cook, so how was he supposed to know that it wasn't the flowers but the buds that were needed?

But that didn't stop him from defending himself confidently:

"Seventh Uncle," he wasn't sure what to call him, so he just went with what Tantan did: "The bees are collecting nectar over there. Let's leave the buds for them, we can just eat what they leave behind. I'm not picky."

Seventh Uncle: …