Nian Shutong and Zhao Dimei hit it off quite well, and after the meal, Zhao Dimei habitually got up to clear the table.
"Oh dear, when did you get back?"
Still eating, Ma Lei looked up with a bit of grievance and said to Zhao Dimei, "During your stir-frying of the shredded potatoes."
Zhao Dimei thought hard, but couldn't remember at all.
"It's really strange, I don't recall at all."
Zhao Dimei, holding a plate, asked Ma Lei who was still eating, "Are you done yet?"
"Not yet."
"Oh, well then, remember to wash the dishes once you're finished."
Zhao Dimei put down the plate in her hand and turned to give Nian Shutong a dazzling smile.
"Sis, shall I take you to see the rice I planted?"
"Sure."
Nian Shutong happily agreed; she was indeed quite curious about what her seeds looked like growing outside.
