Zhang was truly stumped by her father and son's picky eating habits at home; it was already challenging to succeed with these two greens at noon, so hopefully, that would also work to persuade the son.
Zhang was somewhat uncertain, but what else could she do? She had to think of a solution.
Meanwhile, the Mei siblings, dragging their cart and empty crates home, couldn't have felt more relaxed.
Along the way, they kept exchanging looks with each other. Undoubtedly, it was because the vegetables had sold so quickly and they had made quite an amount of money. As for exactly how much they had earned, they had been too busy earlier to count, and both were eager to get home and find out.
The fifteen-minute trip was practically reduced to ten minutes, with Mei Mengchen jogging all the way home, unable to contain his excitement, feeling neither hot nor tired.