As soon as he heard "Ginkgo Garden," Xie Baomin was immediately moved.
He himself didn't have much feeling for that kind of place, but his own Teacher Su especially loved those slightly artsy spots.
Especially when the ground was covered in ginkgo leaves, she could stand there sighing and getting sentimental for half the day.
But Old Xie was different; every time he saw a carpet of ginkgo leaves, the only thought in his mind was:
"If only ginkgo fruit didn't stink so much, then I could pick some up and take them home to make salted baked Ginkgo…"
He was a chef, after all—everything he saw turned into ingredients.
Since it was a Ginkgo Garden, they might as well go together on the weekend.
Let his wife and kid get some air, and he could also scratch that itch for fishing.
In the kitchen.
Lin Xu had just fished out the blanched bamboo shoots when he saw his senior brother walking into the kitchen.
