Over at the Lotus Courtyard.
Liu Ji and Second Lang delivered the pickled radish just in time for Gongliang Liao and Qi Xian, the teacher and student duo, to have their meal.
Shi Tou personally brought the radishes sliced by the kitchen to the table.
Gongliang Liao had been unable to go out for wheelchair rides due to the cold weather in recent days, lacking exercise, and naturally had little appetite. As he looked at the table full of farm-style dishes, pondering when to go to Qin Yao's home and get a meal cooked by Ah Wang, an enticing sour aroma reached his nose.
It was a fragrant sour smell, a blend of various spices. Just sniffing it reminded him of the little store in the Capital City that sold pickled goods.
The dishes there were beyond the reach of the top chefs at the mansion, and even if they could replicate them, it wouldn't be the same flavor.
