Xiaobao picked a handful of amaranth greens, a small handful of long beans, and an eggplant.
Seeing that it was enough to eat, Xiaobao reluctantly pulled his little gaze away from the taro shoots. Xiaobao loved eating soft and waxy baby taros the most, but the taros were still small, not even as tall as Xiaobao, and would not be ready to eat for another two months.
Xiaobao counted the days on his fingers every day.
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