Fortunately, they weren't short on food, or the waste would have made them sick.
Zhang Qingfang's heart ached as she buried a seedling back in the soil. She let out a sigh. "Just let them eat."
There weren't many of them, anyway. If just a few of the giant radishes grew to maturity, they could pickle them and have enough to eat for a long time.
Holding up their lights, everyone gathered the uprooted radish seedlings that could still be salvaged, preparing to transplant them into the greenhouse.
Upon entering the greenhouse, they were all stunned by the scene before them.
The bedding on One and Two's small cots was shredded, with cotton stuffing scattered everywhere. The railing of their enclosure was broken, and not a single vegetable seedling in the ground remained intact.
Some had been bitten once in a hurry and then discarded.
