"Yingying, only you would dare to say something like that. How is Xiao Qi a weakling? He's not the kind of person you think he is, okay?" Qin Xue wondered why Nangong Beiying's thought process was so peculiar in this case.
"Alright, let's not talk about this. What are you preparing here?" Nangong Beiying pointed at the row of jars by the wall and asked Qin Xue. If she let her continue on that topic, they would probably end up talking till tomorrow.
"Pickles, all sorts of flavors, and a variety of vegetables," Qin Xue glanced and replied.
"If Chenchen was here, she would be ecstatic," Nangong Beiying nodded and commented after hearing this.
"True, that gal has always loved this stuff and never gets tired of it," Qin Xue responded, missing An Xiaochen a little. The three of them used to hang out together frequently. They knew each other's food preferences so well that whatever they cooked would always suit everyone's tastes.