Chapter 120: Seventh Uncle in Legend - 1

Auntie spoke and in doing so, made herself crave some food.

So, she simply raised her voice again, "Qiaoqiao—pick more rape blossoms for your auntie, I want to make rice soup when I get back!"

Those rape blossoms were sparse and scattered, no one knew when the seeds had fallen and started growing on their own, untended, blooming without restraint.

Qiaoqiao, with a basket slung on her arm, delved into the flower patch, found a good spot, and opened the little box she carried. Then, she grabbed a bumblebee by its plump behind and set it down on them.

The stems of the rape flowers were tall, but the blossoms were delicate. Once the bumblebee landed, the entire bloom visibly trembled, obviously too heavy for it to bear.

Qiaoqiao sighed, having completely forgotten about his bamboo shoots.