Pigs might not care, but that won't sway the will of the live stream audience.
But Qiaoqiao was clearly having a good time, humming and hawing as he dug up a whole basket full of sweet potatoes with a freshly snapped-off branch, red and white skins intermingled, still clinging to slightly moist soil, looking very fresh and tempting.
Cutting the Sweet Potato Vine wasn't a difficult task either; Grandpa and Grandma only busied themselves in the field for half a day before the truck had already made several trips back.
By the time the last row of Sweet Potato Vines was harvested, Qiaoqiao was already cheerfully seated at the driver's seat:
"Grandpa and Grandma, I'll drive you back!"
Song Youde wasn't pleased: "I'm old now, I can't take the jolting. You sit in the back and look after your Grandma, I'll ride."
"Ah?" Qiaoqiao was baffled: "Riding a bike is the same – anyway, the road surface has been concreted. Sister said it cost a lot of money, there's no jolting at all!"
