"These vegetables aren't rotten! They're not smelly vegetables either! This is pickled cabbage I intentionally salted!"
Eric stopped coughing; his first priority was to vindicate his pickled cabbage.
Grass angrily slapped the back of Kevin's neck again: "Don't you dare eat any later."
Kevin shut his mouth in grievance, missing his good brother Sam dearly.
It was hard for someone who had never eaten it to imagine the taste of pickled cabbage. The smell of fermented food inevitably had a distinct characteristic, so being suspected was normal. Eric wasn't angry; thinking of everyone's appetite, he told Max to bring up a whole large jar.
Pickled cabbage needs to be rinsed with water before eating. Some people who can't handle sourness wash it many times, but this jar of Eric's had just finished fermenting, so the taste wasn't too harsh. Since he liked sour food, he only rinsed it once lightly.
