43. What's so good about this dish?_1

As the days grew brighter and earlier, the temperature also gradually rose.

The peach and cherry trees by the door began to bud, and the village was enveloped in a faint green of sprouting plants and morning mist, exceptionally beautiful.

Last night, Song Tan had finished editing her video and posted it, but after refreshing the page over a hundred and eighty times, she had hardly gained any views.

Her cultivation of an unflappable mind was far from professional. Seeing the low number of views made her angry, and she turned her frustration into motivation, heading to the fields to pick milk vetch.

After all, there was no worry about selling the crops; a trip a day, each trip a steady income of a thousand or two.

But today, it was just her and Qiaoqiao picking.

Grandma Wang Lifan wrapped a plastic tarp around her waist and tied the basket to her as well, then with a straw hat in hand, she asked, "Tantan, can you manage the vegetables on your own if I go pick tea?"