This is a spinach plant's rant (inner monologue). Don't let the title fool you. This isn't a lighthearted story. It's a story meant to make you despair (you've been warned).
Author: Spinach, they say each chapter should be at least 3,000 words. Shouldn't we pad it out a bit?
Spinach: After water-injected meat, have you humans invented water-injected vegetables too? ORZ You humans are so cruel. We spinach are all very conscientious. We would never do something so dishonest.
Author: But apparently 3,000 words per chapter can maximize your points~ Just say a little more.
Spinach (turning away haughtily): Being a nag is a middle-aged woman's thing. I'm still young. People will laugh at me if I chatter on and on. (My reputation matters, serious face o(╯□╰)o)
So the author didn't write this story. She merely recorded her little spinach plant's words faithfully. The copyright (tomatoes) and honors (rotten eggs) all belong to the great Miss Spinach~~~ (applause and flower petals)
Author: Spinach, can you update daily?
Spinach: How am I supposed to know when inspiration will strike?
This story is also known as A Collection of Spinach (Miss Spinach says it's a sister volume to A Collection of Flying Birds), A Spinach Plant's Barrel of Nonsense, How a Spinach Plant Became Spinach Crucian Carp Soup, and A Female Spinach's Wild Ideas...
Will Ah He write new articles soon? (((O(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))
This story tells us that we cannot guess the outcome of something subjectively!!!
It's also the woo woo that comes from the middle stream.
This sad story tells us that we need to act quickly.
Ahhhh~ Brother Spinach is really in trouble now~ So pitiful
I think spinach is a bit pitiful, it only has such a short lifespan
Spinach with plastic surgery~~~~~Oh, so cute, with a celebrity face
Brother Spinach is gone, is he leaving?
Brother Spinach... Is it really too late to start?
Happy National Day~Mom~