"No need to ask, either way works."
"Better to ask, otherwise the taste might be different when cooked, and all previous efforts would go to waste."
Leng Lingxiao couldn't help but secretly rejoice, he had guessed right, his little wife was going to make pickled pepper radish just because he had casually mentioned it yesterday.
"Who do you want to ask?" Leng Lingxiao arched his eyebrow, smiling as he tapped on Tang Xiaowan's nose tip.
"Oh my gosh, I forgot about the time difference!"
She had forgotten that they were currently in country Y.
"Actually, my dad doesn't like ginger, so mom didn't add any."
"Oh, I thought so, I remember..."
Tang Xiaowan cut herself off halfway, coughed lightly, and bit her lower lip, slightly embarrassed.
She remembered having pickled pepper radish at the Leng's, which tasted almost the same as Granny Yu's except for the lack of ginger.
Her memory and sense of smell had always been extraordinary from a young age, she could trust herself.
