Secretary Xiaozu quickly gave the group a look, and with that, everyone hurriedly climbed back into the car.
Before the car started, she got out again, took the pickled radishes from Qiaoqiao's hands and said, "Qiaoqiao, can you scoop us up a bowl of pickled vegetables? After we change clothes, I'll bring Grandpa and the others over to eat."
"Sure!" Qiaoqiao nodded. "Do your brothers eat a lot? Should I use that big stainless steel basin?"
There's no shortage of pickled vegetables at home; they've made several large vats this year.
Secretary Xiaozu took a bite of the pickled radish, which was simultaneously crunchy and resilient, and deliberated, "That's not necessary… We still have to eat dinner later!"
When she finally got back in the car with half a radish in her hand, Lao Zhu immediately reached out, "Smells amazing! Let me have a taste."
