Beneath the parasol tree not far from the herb garden, Qingyue sat leaning against the trunk, holding the flatbread Zhang Qiling had made that morning. They had been back here for over a month. Zhang Qiling had opened the sealed grain storehouse and milled fresh flour; perhaps because it had been stored for so long, though it hadn't spoiled, the wheat aroma seemed a bit faint.
Watching Qingyue take small bites of the flatbread, Zhang Qiling picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and brought it to her lips. "Once the rice paddies by the river are ready, we'll plant a new crop."
Qingyue swallowed the pickled vegetable. "The honeysuckle you pickled is delicious. Once we clear the herb garden, let's make a trip outside and buy some vegetable seeds."
Chapter 961