The wasted seasonings pained Feng Xiang for a long time.
That was all money, after all.
Her desire to learn cooking had faded, until now—
'Pickled radish.'
The steps were really simple, and the best part was—they had radishes at home!
It was such a coincidence. Her husband had brought some seeds home from the factory, and while Feng Xiang hadn't managed to get any others to grow, this one radish had slowly taken root in its pot, sprouted, and grown into a plump, white radish.
Best of all, radishes were cheap!
Plus, the other ingredients were simple, too. It just needed a bit of vinegar and sugar. Chili peppers were slightly more expensive, but the recipe didn't call for many.
'This... this—'
So she did it.
And when she was done, Feng Xiang discovered that her pickled radishes didn't taste bad at all!
They were quite good. At the very least, she loved eating them herself.
