Shen Zian went downstairs and called over Shen Zihang, who was playing with someone, to let the little rascal lead the way.
In the original owner's memory, despite living at Third Uncle's house for so long, he hadn't visited the vegetable garden even once, which Shen Zian deeply despised.
Zhao Honglian's skill in managing the vegetable garden was mediocre at best, only average. The leeks were mostly cut, but fortunately, this season had an abundance of vegetables; no leeks, but there were still beans, celery, garlic, and so on.
Shen Zian's eyes lit up when she saw the celery; she loved dumplings stuffed with celery.
"Cousin, is a high-ranking officer coming to our house for dinner?" Shen Zihang, pulling celery alongside, though young, was surprisingly quick.
"Yes! Who did you hear that from?" She didn't expect the news to spread so widely.
