Chapter 105: Kimchi and Spicy Chicken

This pickling recipe had been taught to her long ago by an old woman from Sichuan who lived next door when she was working in the south.

The pickles could be eaten with porridge, wrapped in flatbread, added to stir-fries, or tucked into rice balls. There were many ways to enjoy them, and every one of them was delicious and refreshing. Even in the height of summer, they could make one want an extra bowl of rice.

Wash all the ingredients thoroughly and let them air-dry naturally. Slice whatever needed slicing and set it aside.

Then pack the dried vegetables into the crock in order: first the long beans rolled up, then the chilies, ginger, and garlic. Finally, arrange the white radish cut into chunks on top, filling the crock to the brim. Then add—

“I want to tell Sang Sang so she can be prepared, in case Qin Lang tries anything again,” Shen Shen added.

Lu Yao nodded. He thought Jiang Zixian must have met Han Yu here at the Golden Dragon Sports Center, so he did not ask any further.

Although that Vietnamese team had caused a major upset by defeating a North American team yesterday, the LEG team was no ordinary North American squad. They were the overlords of the European server. Europe had always been a little stronger than North America, and LEG were perennial contenders with the SK team for the championship.

Lu Keming was there too, frowning at her. Shen Shen confirmed her suspicion: they knew. Of course they would be furious.

Listening to Wen Wan’s words, Tang Muchen roughly guessed who had poisoned Su Nuannuan, and it was no wonder Chen Xue Li’s medical skill was so superb. So her master was one of the great masters of traditional Chinese medicine after all.

“Why? What’s a bite compared to anything else?” the cat said unhappily at my words.

Xu Xiyu’s pupils suddenly dilated. Him? No wonder he was so powerful! It was actually him—how could that be possible?

Looking at Su Mantong, with tear tracks still clinging to the corners of her eyes even in sleep, Tang Muchen gently wiped them away with aching tenderness. It seemed this incident had dealt her a heavy blow. During the days ahead, he would have to keep her company more, or she might take a very long time to emerge from this shadow.

“Eighty percent likely it’s true, and twenty percent that it’s a trap,” the brown-clad mercenary said after thinking for a while, with remarkable precision.

Within the pendant space, Jin Chanzi was loyal enough to stay beside the silent man, who had curled up with snake scales covering his face and the backs of his hands, and did not make a fuss at all.

“Making a move in front of me? You overestimate yourself. Shift upward three inches, and I could cut you down. But I don’t want to dirty my hands. Get lost,” said the man named Suo Hou.

Chen Dao froze, then gritted his teeth and understood that Liu Chong meant to cut the weeds down to the roots. This matter could not be allowed to reach anyone else’s ears.

The sound of the zither came to an abrupt stop. Princess Ruyu’s face darkened. Who had the audacity to interrupt her playing? Did they not know who truly ruled this Jade Elegance Palace?

What happened next made Zhang Xian even more frightened. The enemy did not attack him head-on. Instead, they fought a round from the outside, then withdrew on their own and watched from afar like tigers eyeing their prey.

Jing Chuan walked in front, with Qing Zhu following about three feet behind him. Walking aimlessly like this was unbearably dull, and a wonderfully mischievous idea suddenly sprang to mind.

But faced with the general’s such reverent gaze, Liu An truly could not bear to ruin his own image. At once, he put on an air of profundity, his expression thoughtful.

When He Yue returned to the hospital, Tian Ru still had not awakened. She slept on like a drowsy child. He gently touched her cheek, and her complexion looked much better.

No one knew how that fellow was doing now. Had he fulfilled his grand dream? Or was he only in prison, arguing ideals with the rats? Still, if he were here, he would surely be able to lead them out of this ghostly place.

A hundred miles later, the next day, everything suddenly blew apart in the village. The common people were in a panic; some were even packing up and fleeing for their lives. Bandits had come from outside.

Yang Lin was just about to call for the waiter to open the bottle when, unexpectedly, Xia Fan took the Lafite, pressed two fingers against it, and popped the cork open, leaving him staring dumbly in astonishment.

“All right! She really is carrying my child. I’m going to be a father—what, are you jealous or something?” Dong Qiu suddenly said, his tone full of boastful indignation.