Fan Tianyu finished speaking and took the top piece of Pickled Radish out. He looked it over but couldn't see anything different from the side dishes sold outside, so he asked, "Is this radish the same radish we usually eat from Xiyuan? Why does it look so ordinary?"
The packaging was ordinary too; she just couldn't get Mei Mengzhen's "simple and high-end" aesthetic.
"How it looks doesn't matter. As long as it tastes good, that's enough." Mei Mengzhen took the radish, opened the lid, grabbed a new pair of chopsticks and tried a piece. The radish was crisp and refreshing, sweet with a touch of sourness, and really whetted the appetite—not gonna lie, it was amazing with rice.
"Delicious, really delicious. You guys have to try it. I could eat a huge bowl of rice just with this."
