The dried bamboo shoots were sun-dried by Ji Ying herself,
Spring bamboo shoots from the bamboo grove, mixed with salt and dried chili, then dried into thin slices—really chewy, and the flavor is amazing.
"Yicheng bro." Ling Dong's eyes kept drifting to the dried bamboo shoots in Pei Yicheng's hand. That smell, he could catch it even from a distance, and he really wanted to try it.
"If you want some, just go back to town—someone's definitely selling it."
Pei Yicheng held the dried bamboo shoots like a treasure. They were made by Nianhua's mom herself, and given to him by Nianhua. How could he pass them on to someone else? Wouldn't that be ruining Nianhua's thoughtful gesture?
Ling Dong: "..."
He wasn't usually greedy, but seeing how much Yicheng treasured them made Ling Dong feel a bit sour inside. Was Yicheng being a bit too stingy?
"Smells so good."
