1028. Grand Military Competition

The courtyard lights were fairly bright, and Song Tan crossed the asphalt road. The large greenhouse downhill was illuminated starkly by the streetlights.

The wind blew, and the plastic film rustled noisily.

She lifted the curtain and saw the fire in the middle of the greenhouse flickering. The entire space was filled with a damp warmth—a mix of earthy soil and vegetable scents. Closest to the entrance, there were cucumbers.

But honestly, the strawberries' aroma was far more overpowering; you could smell it just standing by the door.

Song Tan immediately abandoned the cucumbers and made her way into the strawberry field inside.

The lights in the greenhouse flickered on, and amidst the lush green leaves, clusters of bright red and pale white strawberries stood out boldly, impossible to hide. They huddled together in groups, as if trying to stay warm, like tiny pitiable creatures.

But… if they're so pitiable, how can they taste so good?