However, on the way back home, Wei Ziang didn't ask her those questions, he merely asked if she was hot or tired and offered to help carry her basket.
Mi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet also found it odd; why did Wei Ziang seem not the least bit curious?
But soon, after eating, when Xiaocao brought over her batch of mushy prickly pears, Mi immediately put the matter to the back of her mind.
Looking at the basket full to the brim, Mi was a bit surprised, "You guys didn't keep any for yourselves to eat?"
Xiaocao smiled nonchalantly, "Didn't I eat a lot while picking them in the morning? And when my parents came home at noon, they picked some from the roadside too, so they've tasted them too."
Having tasted it meant they had eaten it.
Since that was the case, Mi had nothing more to say.
"Mi, what are you planning to make? Need any help?" Erniang had just finished eating a handful of prickly pears given by Mi, which tasted better than those she picked in the morning.
