Xinyan smiled and said, "I don't mind, I really like the taste of these pickles."
Zhang Zhaodi, hearing Xinyan's words, replied, "I'm not going home during the National Day holiday, so I've almost finished the pickles I brought. I'm planning to make some more. If any of you want to pickle some too, I can help you."
Xinyan genuinely enjoyed the taste of pickles, but her own pickles just didn't have the authentic flavor of Zhang Zhaodi's. "Zhaodi, after the National Day holiday is over, on a weekend, can you help me pickle a bit more?"
By then, I could just move them directly to the renovated courtyard, and was also thinking of taking some home for my family to taste.
Zhang Zhaodi laughed and said, "Of course, don't worry. My pickle-making skills have been passed down in my family, I guarantee perfect results for you."
