Lin Chuxia really liked these kinds of side dishes; sour, spicy, and appetizing, good as a palate cleanser during meals, but she rarely had time to prepare them due to her busy work schedule.
She picked up a strip of radish for Qin Yang and one for herself.
After tasting it, Qin Yang seriously commented, "It's not as delicious as the ones you make."
Thinking the taste was alright, Lin Chuxia deliberately asked him, "So in your opinion, nobody can make it as tasty as I do?"
Looking at her, a soft light filled Qin Yang's eyes, his tone slightly proud, "Of course."
This expected answer somehow made Lin Chuxia's mood even more beautiful.
"Once we get the house organized, I'll make a variety of dishes when we have time, and we can enjoy them slowly."
"Alright."
Qin Yang liked this feeling, as if only after more than a year of marriage were they truly living as husband and wife.
After dinner, they went to the hardware store.
