Xu Nianhua’s lips couldn’t help but twitch. What kind of nickname was this?
Her surname was Xu, and since her second older brother called her Mei, they all called her Xu Mei?
Xu Nianhua walked inside with her belongings, finding the nickname quite awkward.
Pei Yicheng had just opened a book, but he instantly closed it. His eyes brightened slightly, his hand rested on the wheelchair, ready to push it outside. The next moment, Pei Yicheng opened the book again, lowered his head as if reading, but his peripheral vision was fixed outside.
"Cheng Bro." Ling Dong saw Pei Yicheng reading and was not surprised. Cheng Bro always liked to read; whenever he had time, he liked to embrace a book. Ling Dong didn’t know how many times he had seen this scene.
"Pei Big Bro." When Xu Nianhua entered the yard, she saw Pei Yicheng sitting under a tree looking at it. A cup of tea was on the table next to him, probably just brewed, as the aroma of tea was pervasive. Standing there, she could even smell the faint fragrance of the tea.
"Sit." Pei Yicheng kept a straight face, his gaze falling on the heavy cloth bag in Xu Nianhua’s hands, seeming to wonder what she was holding.
Pei Yicheng glanced at Ling Dong beside him.
Ling Dong immediately said, "Xu Mei, what is this?"
Ling Dong took the items from Xu Nianhua and placed them on the table.
The table, made of marble, was very sturdy.
"Ling Big Bro, you can call me Xu Nianhua, or Nianhua is fine. Xu Mei just sounds so awkward," Xu Nianhua said with a smile. She explained, "This is chili sauce and pickled ginger made by my mom."
"The chilies and the canning jars have been thoroughly cleaned," Xu Nianhua added.
The cloth bag was opened, revealing fresh red chili sauce in the meticulously cleaned canning jars, which now lacked labels.
One glance at the red chilies with intermittent black fermented beans and white garlic cloves arranged together was especially pleasing to the eye.
Even without tasting it, just looking at the jar and smelling the aroma of the chilies made one’s mouth water, inducing a craving to eat it.
Next to it was a jar of pickled ginger. The fresh ginger, after having its skin scraped off and dried, was directly immersed in vinegar with some rock sugar. The pickled ginger had a sweet and sour taste with a hint of spiciness. Ji Ying always selected the tenderest ginger, which made it especially delicious.
"Auntie is really skillful." Pei Yicheng praised, having rarely eaten these homemade items.
"Yes, my mom really knows how to make chili sauce, it tastes better than what others make. Why don’t you try some?" Xu Nianhua suggested. The chili sauce Ji Ying made had been sitting for a while and was ready to eat.
Ling Dong immediately went to get a bowl.
"Chili sauce with rice is also very tasty, especially when there are no pickled vegetables; just adding a little bit of chili sauce makes the flavor come alive. Also, when eating noodles in the morning, adding a bit of chili sauce really enhances the taste."
As soon as Xu Nianhua spoke of the things Ji Ying made, her face was full of pride. She had tasted many chili sauces, but only her mom’s chili sauce was particularly delicious!
Not to mention the pickled vegetables. Once stir-fried with chili, the tangy and spicy flavor was absolutely amazing!
"You can try this pickled ginger as well."
Xu Nianhua, sounding like a salesperson energetically promoting products, finished speaking then shyly looked at Pei Yicheng and said, "Well, these are from my mom to you guys. I think, you will probably... like them."