The wars waged between women are never any less intense than those between men.
Su Li and Qin Shanshan's war, one without the smoke of battle, was over in an instant.
Su Li, the clear victor, looked at Tang Yuanxiao standing before her and said,
"I'm suddenly craving radishes. Tang Yuanxiao, let's go pull some radishes."
"Radishes?"
"Mhm, radishes. The radishes are best this time of year. Eaten raw, they're sweet, crisp, and cool." Su Li's eyes lit up unconsciously.
The home-grown radishes in winter were truly delicious. Su Li loved them, feeling they were a hundred times tastier than any of the ridiculously expensive fruits from modern times.
Su Li went to pull a couple every day to eat, and Little Tang Mo loved them too. The mere mention of them made his mouth water.
"Eat, want to eat." He shot to his feet.
"Then let's go." Watching Su Li and Little Tang Mo's eyes light up in unison, Tang Yuanxiao was in a bit of a daze.
