"What should I eat tonight? I didn't eat properly at lunch."
As he was thinking, Aunt Guo's call came through.
"Xiao Han, have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet, Aunt Guo."
Aunt Guo chuckled and added, "Xiao Han, I heard from Sister Hong Mei that you went up the mountain with her yesterday to pick bamboo shoots?"
Han Qiwu replied, "Yeah, yesterday I cleaned most of them and put them out to dry. There are still some fresh ones left—do you want to try them, Aunt Guo?"
"That would be great! I've already prepared dinner. Just come over directly," Aunt Guo laughed. "I'm really benefiting from your hard work."
"Oh, not at all." Han Qiwu laughed. After hanging up, he packed a large basket full of bamboo shoots, loaded it onto his car, and headed to Aunt Guo's house.
At Aunt Guo's doorstep, Han Qiwu carried the bamboo shoots inside. The moment he entered the courtyard, he was greeted by the rich aroma of cooked dishes.
