In the small apartment Mo Bei rented.
After Mo Bei's several hours of effort, the vegetables Jiao Yang bought were finally washed and placed on the table.
"Alright, we can start eating now!"
Bringing the last plate of greens to the table, Mo Bei let out a long sigh of relief.
Jiao Yang lifted his face from the laptop screen, walked over, and looked at the greens on the table.
He saw, on a few pretty plates, a few pieces of bok choy, a few spinach stems, and a few lettuce leaves...each kind of vegetable was not even enough to cover the bottom of the plate.
The tofu on the plate could be counted on one hand, and they were all irregular in shape, looking like some child's prank...
"These are the vegetables I bought?!" Jiao Yang looked puzzled.
He clearly bought a lot, so why are there only a few leaves?!
Mo Bei looked innocent, "Yeah, you bought too little, this is all that's left after I picked them."
