An Ning leaned against the doorframe, watching Master Tang skillfully climb over the wall, and couldn't help but laugh. "Master Tang, are you here to trade for some pickled garlic?"
"You got it, just wait!"
Master Tang's head disappeared from the top of the wall. In the Jiang family's courtyard, he climbed down from a stool, walked briskly back into the house, and grabbed a small basin.
Jiang Xia, just back from a walk, watched from the side as Master Tang expertly climbed the wall, came down, and then, basin in hand, went to a small pickling crock in the yard. Using a slotted spoon, he scooped out a ladleful of pickled melon.
Jiang Xia walked over and squatted down to Master Tang's left, while Da Huang squatted to his right.
"Your life has been quite colorful this past month, hasn't it?"
"If I hadn't known you before, I would've thought you were a different person."
