Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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There’s a saying in the Xie Family’s old house in Y county town: "Men eat quickly like generals at war, women eat slowly like they’re padding time."

This goes to show that in the southern regions, very few men eat leisurely.

If you eat too slowly, like a woman, you might even be laughed at.

Xie Jingzi, however, knew this was the difference between common folk and wealthy families.

Xie Jingzi quite enjoyed watching Uncle eat. With him around, dining was a pleasure: captivating male beauty, a feast for the eyes.

This fact, however, was something Xie Jingzi would never admit out loud.

As she set the table with bowls, chopsticks, and dishes, it so happened that Zhou Zhenghui had just finished taking a bath and came out. Xie Jingzi excitedly placed in front of him the radish and pork bone soup she had been stewing all afternoon and boasted:

"Uncle, come and try this stewed soup; I’ve simmered it for over two hours. This radish was sent from home, it’s so sweet." Radishes touched by frost are indeed the most authentic and sweetest.

Er, Xie Jingzi had previously pickled some crispy radish chunks, slightly sour and spicy, extremely crunchy and sweet. A large radish pickled a big plateful, and without realizing, she finished it in a day because it was so delicious.