"good."
The soup in the bowl is milky white and attractive in color. The white radish is very tender, like clear crystal.
Li Fulang scooped a spoonful of soup with a spoon. As the soup entered his mouth, the sweet taste swept over his taste buds, and his eyes lit up slightly.
Use a spoon to scoop up a piece of white radish and put it into your mouth and chew it carefully.
It's tender and juicy, with a sweet and refreshing taste.
Mr. Li has eaten white radish before, and this tastes exactly like white radish, but it seems to be even better.
Li Xiucai knew that her husband had a poor appetite, and the soup she served was only a small bowl. In the past, her husband would only drink two or three sips and could not finish it.
She had intended to take away the soup that her husband couldn't finish, but she never expected to see him drink up all the soup mouthful after mouthful, especially the white radish in it.
In a blink of an eye, the soup was finished.
Mr. Li made him some rice, which he ate with cabbage, eggplant, etc. Mr. Li ate two bowls of rice that night.
In the past, he would only take a sip and couldn't even finish an 80% full bowl of rice.
"A Ming, are you okay?" The usually calm Li Xiucai was hardly excited. Ming was Mr. Li's courtesy name, and his name was Wei Ming.
Wei Ming felt full for the first time in a long time. He said, "This dish is delicious. I've worked up an appetite without even realizing it."
It turned out that everything was thanks to the dishes sent by the Zhao family.
Li Xiucai also tasted it, and the dish was indeed extraordinary.
"Okay, okay." Li Xiucai immediately decided to send someone to Zhao's house to buy vegetables tomorrow.
It had been a long time since he saw his wife so happy. Wei Ming couldn't help but smile when he saw her smile.
His wife has always been worried about his health. It has been a long time since he saw her laugh so happily.
He unconsciously thought of another person, his nephew. He wondered if he could eat this dish...
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The next day, before dawn, Zhao Chuchu, Zhang Xiuyuan and Zhang Xiuwen went out to the fields to pick vegetables.
A big bamboo basket filled with fresh vegetables, including white and juicy cabbage and radish, purple and plump eggplants, bright red tomatoes, etc.
Because they didn't know how long they could sell them, the three of them conservatively picked only two baskets and then took a ox cart to the county town.
When they arrived at the county town, it was just dawn, but the market was already bustling with people. Vendors were carrying bamboo baskets on their backs or pushing carts, and the cries of hawking could be heard one after another.
The market in the county town is held every five days, which is the busiest day. People from several surrounding villages come to sell things.
Today is market day.
On market days, stalls require stall fees, which are collected by the county magistrate.
Zhao Chuchu paid three copper coins and the two went to the designated stall.
Unfortunately, there was an old lady selling vegetables on the left side of the stall.
"Young guys, you are also selling vegetables. Wow, these vegetables are growing really well." The old lady saw the juicy vegetables in their baskets and showed envy.
Zhao Chuchu glanced at the vegetables in the old lady's basket.
They were also washed clean, but they were smaller in size, and some were wilted, not as if they were freshly picked.
Zhao Chuchu chatted with the old lady and found out the prices of various dishes.
Not long after, a middle-aged man came to their stall with a basket, looked at the vegetables in the basket and nodded.
"How much is this eggplant?" the man asked casually, fiddling with the eggplant with his fingertips.
"One pound is five copper coins." Zhao Chuchu said lightly.
"What?" The man froze in his tracks, his face dazed. "Boss, I'm afraid you gave me the wrong price."
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