Liu Yulan pointed at the jars and said, "This visit was rather rushed, so I couldn't bring much. There are just these three kinds of pickled vegetables. Next year during harvest season, I'll make more and send them over."
"That's great, I'll gladly accept them. Thank you, in-laws." Mr. Jiang didn't refuse, as relationships between relatives are maintained by mutual exchanges.
Liu Yulan carefully placed the lid back on and said to Jiang Yan, "Xiao Jiang, let's move these things to the kitchen. The smell here is too strong and it's bothering everyone."
"Sure... Let's move..." Before Jiang Yan could finish, a startled cry interrupted him. Hearing the voice, he frowned in disdain.
"Oh no, where is this sour smell coming from? Hui Lan, quickly open all the windows to get rid of it." As soon as Zheng Zhen entered, she pinched her nose and complained loudly.
"Ah? Oh..." Although Jiang Huilan responded, she didn't move.
