She had only said it casually, but to her surprise, Zhang Huai said, "Sounds good. I'm craving some now, too. They're really fragrant mixed with rice, and even better in egg fried rice."
Juhua looked up at him, amused. He was washing his hands as he spoke with such earnestness, it was as if he could already smell the egg fried rice.
After washing his hands, Zhang Huai crouched down beside her, his narrow eyes glinting softly as he gazed at her with a smile. Juhua thought he was waiting for her to give him the water bamboo shoot greens, so she said, "Here, they're in the basket under the eaves. Go get them yourself. You might as well wash them here, too. That way you can fry them as soon as you get home, and it'll save your mother the trouble."
Zhang Huai nodded eagerly. "Okay!"
