163. Mao Yaer and Dandelion_1

Zhang Yanping's memories of childhood had already become blurry.

After all, he had lived in the city for a long time, and his occasional visits to his hometown were just for the summer holidays.

Now, seeing Qiaoqiao already adeptly squatting down to dig up grass roots with Seventh Grandma, he couldn't help being greatly surprised:

"You really eat these?"

"Yeah, we eat them."

Qiaoqiao declared confidently and then pulled out a thick, white grass root and held it up: "Brother, do you want some? It's really sweet."

Her words made Zhang Yanping somewhat tempted to try, but the grass root had just been waved in the water of a ditch...

So, hesitantly following suit, he began digging: "Let's dig them up first, then we can wash and eat them at home."

As he spoke, he aimed at a clump of lush green grass and plunged the shovel downwards, only to be stopped by Seventh Grandma:

"Silly child, there are thatch shoots on top, which are not edible!"