บท 119: Chapter 108 Stir Fry

The two children's eyes widened in alarm as they hurriedly dug up the rest of the ginger pieces, which they had marked for accurate location when they planted them so they could find them for watering.

So it was particularly easy to dig them out. Once all the ginger pieces were unearthed, they found that, apart from one piece that was on the brink of death and hadn't sprouted, the rest had turned black. They crumbled easily when lightly broken, and the inside looked like black cotton fluff, obviously rotten beyond redemption.

Manbao was fine, but Bai Shanbao couldn't help but let tears fall one by one. The ginger was planted in his yard, and every morning when he got up, he would check on them, and before going to bed at night, he would check again. He had grown attached to these gingers.