Tang Song took a bite of the braised pork bun and picked up a piece of pickled vegetable, putting it into his mouth.
The crispy and refreshing radish strips were very delicious, and he couldn't help but take another bite with his chopsticks.
Feeling the texture and flavor, Tang Song's eyebrows raised slightly.
The taste of this pickled vegetable is so similar to the ones Lele made.
During the days at the normal university teacher's apartment, he could eat Qian Lele's homemade pickled radish almost every day, leaving a deep impression on him.
"Qianqian, where did you buy these radish strips?"
Hearing his words, Zhao Yaqian said in a low voice, "A friend gave them to me."
"Oh? A friend gave them to you?"
"Yes. She is a high school classmate of a friend of mine, someone I met at a cafe, named Qian Lele."
"Uh..." Tang Song's mouth slightly opened, a look of surprise on his face.
He never expected that Zhao Yaqian would be friends with Qian Lele.
