Wild chives aren't a problem; there's still plenty in stock. Once the eggs are ready, it'll be time to try this dish.
After washing up, Han Qiwu watered all the plants while he was at it.
Since there was still some time left, he quickly made a few jianbing guozi pancakes. Knowing Aunt Hong Mei might not be fond of salty sauces, he specially replaced hers with a combo of spicy sauce, ham sausage, and fresh veggies.
Once everything was prepared, Han Qiwu strapped on a bamboo backpack, grabbed an ordinary sickle and his system tools, and headed out the door.
Right at that moment, Aunt Hong Mei came to a stop on her motorcycle outside Han Qiwu's place.
"Xiao Han, hop on."
"Auntie, you're into motorcycles?" Han Qiwu asked in disbelief.
It was a bit heartbreaking to admit that he himself was only riding a small electric scooter.
"Hey, what's the point of hoarding money? This thing packs a punch—can even leap out of a ditch!" Aunt Hong Mei handed him a helmet.
