At night, after a group of women returned from Market Day, they were a little curious when they heard that the pumpkin leaves Gu Qingming bought were extremely delicious.
"Mingming, where did you buy the pumpkin leaves?"
Gu Qingming said the words she had thought of, "I went to the road on the back of the stone and saw an old lady carrying two big baskets. They looked tender and green, so I asked her if she was selling them. She said that she wasn't selling them and was keeping them for herself. I coaxed her and asked her to sell a basket to me. I gave her a hundred dollars."
"Ah, those who pass by that road should be from Shanzhu Village, Tuzhu Village, or Huoshu Village."
"Which village has such delicious pumpkin leaves? Let's buy them next time."
Gu Qingming was speechless. Something that tasted like this was only available in her space.
"Mingming doesn't know that old woman who sold the pumpkin leaves. We can't buy it even if we want to."