The task of massaging the radish tops never came around for Qiaoqiao.
Her hands were white, and although she was strong, her hands looked tender; not only did Seventh Uncle hate to put her to work, but Aunt Lianhua also couldn't bear to either!
At this moment, each of them was vigorously messaging their respective basins, leaving Qiaoqiao to enthusiastically chop the radish tops; the three of them divided the labor, and it was quite smooth going.
Once the greens hit the salt, they started to give off water pretty quickly.
Before long, the large basin in front of Seventh Uncle had the radish tops massaged into a peculiar and unattractive dark green color, shrinking from a full basin to about a third of the volume.
Meanwhile, Seventh Grandma had prepared another basin, laying out a large piece of cheesecloth on it.
