Pickling sour radishes, the pickled peppers Xiaofeng made last time were used up.
Radishes were sliced neither too thin nor too thick, just right to bite into.
She poured vinegar, pickled peppers, and sugar over them and let them pickle.
Just so happened the family had a few glass jars, and He Ximei filled them all for Xiaofeng, making it easy for her to take them out.
The third auntie happened to be visiting the house and seeing He Ximei working on the sour radishes, her appetite flared up, "Sour radishes are good, very appetizing."
A stimulating appetizer, perfect before a meal.
"Xiaofeng is going on a trip tomorrow, so I'm preparing some for her." He Ximei and Xiaofeng, their current relationship was good, no longer like before with He Ximei warm and Xiaofeng guarded against her like she was a thief.
"Xiaofeng, how big is your factory now?" Always hearing that Xiaofeng had started a factory, but what kind of factory it was, no one in the village knew.