Second Uncle Ning chuckled as he stepped forward and took a bite. That's right. This was the taste.
He placed the jars on the cart. "How can that be? Mother's pickled vegetable skills are incomparable."
When Second Uncle Ning pushed the cart with 10 large jars towards the county, he was actually filled with the desire to show off. However, in order to prevent others from snatching business from him, he still kept a very low profile. The cart was even specially covered with a layer of cloth so that no one could see what was inside. However, in Xiaoxiao's words—
"If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he was going to transport the night soil."
Ning Erlang, who was still angry, burst into laughter. Xiaoxiao patted him. "Second Brother, watch. His unlucky days are yet to come."
At that time, no one expected Xiaoxiao's "yet to come" to happen so quickly.