A few of them knew how to build greenhouses, but without materials, it was impossible.
Song Yufang hadn't even had her feast yet, but she was already growing nostalgic for her refrigerator back home, where she could have anything she craved.
Zhang Aihua sensed her dejection and comforted her. "Where there's a will, there's a way. Back in ancient times, people figured out how to build hothouses to grow vegetables in the winter. Since we got the radishes to grow, we might discover other vegetables that can survive here too. Things will definitely get better, one day at a time."
Song Yufang nodded and snuggled into his embrace. "I never thought we'd end up as farmers," she said, her voice soft.
Zhang Aihua chuckled. "Born from nature, returning to nature... it's a good way to live and die."
The couple started getting mushy after just a few sentences. Zhang Yiwen rolled his eyes in disgust. "Mom, my fish is going to burn! Can you please focus? Okay?"
