The Lucky Farmgirl

Bai Shanbao bought one, then broke the qingtuan in half, giving Manbao one half, and they each had a taste.

After savoring it, Manbao nodded reluctantly, "Not bad. You all can buy some to try. We haven’t had qingtuan yet this year."

Bai Erlang immediately took one. It’s customary in Qili Village to eat qingtuan during Tomb-Sweeping Day, and now it’s already the Dragon Boat Festival, which is quite late. By now, the mugwort isn’t very tender, and the flavor isn’t as good as during Tomb-Sweeping Day.

But the vendor’s choice of ingredients was not bad, Bai Erlang broke half of one and passed it to Wei Chen, then took a bite himself.

Wei Chen held the lotus leaf, looking awkwardly at the half piece of qingtuan, unsure whether to eat it or not.

After tasting it, Bai Erlang couldn’t help but express his disdain, "It’s not as good as the ones made at your house."

Manbao finished her qingtuan, her chin tilted upward she said, "Of course not, the ones at my place are made by my sister-in-law."

The stall owner was not pleased and said, "The skill of our household isn’t bad, it’s just that the mugwort is a bit old now. The tender mugwort we carefully selected is still good. During Tomb-Sweeping Day, the qingtuan we make is also very tasty..."

Bai Shanbao paid for it, insisting, "Still, it’s not as good as those made in our home."

The stall owner was taken aback and then said, "You’re not wrong there, everything naturally tastes better from home."

Qi Jue, inspired by their conversation, also spent some money to buy one, then shared it with his companions to eat. They were eating this kind of food for the first time and found the taste quite strange.