Feng Hui offered Qin Qiaomu a chopstick of pickles, expressing concern, "Don't just focus on drinking porridge, eat some pickles. The ones sent by your sister Lin Tang taste quite good."
Qin Qiaomu wasn't particularly fond of pickles from the Sauce Factory and rarely touched them when at home.
Qin Suqing encouraged him, "Give it a try, it really does taste good and it goes well with rice."
Qin Qiaomu obligingly took a bite.
It wasn't as overly salty as he remembered.
Spicy and fragrant, it made him want to have more after just one taste.
The flavor was intoxicating.
Seeing her brother enjoying it, Qin Suqing winked at him.
"Pretty good, isn't it?"
Qin Qiaomu nodded, "It's good."
After the family finished eating, Qin Minsheng took up his tobacco and went off to discuss building a wall and a heated brick bed.
Qin Qiaomu went out to gather firewood, while Feng Hui and Qin Suqing made cotton clothes inside the house.