Seeing the Black Dog's antics, Juhua couldn't help but laugh. "What are you yapping about? This pastry will get stuck in your teeth."
Seeing her daughter explaining things to the dog so seriously, Mother Yang let out a "PFFT" of laughter and shot her a playful glare.
Seeing his little sister eating so happily, Qingmu also smiled in contentment. He then mentioned that he had bought quite a few seeds, some he recognized and some he didn't.
Mother Yang opened the seed packets to take a look. "These are large green beans, the kind that pop in August," she said. "And this is potherb mustard—it also grows in the winter, but people don't really plant it here on Little Qing Mountain."
Juhua was delighted to see them. Pickled potherb mustard was far more fragrant and refreshing than pickled cabbage.
"What's this?" Mother Yang asked Qingmu, holding up another packet of seeds.
