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Jiang Kechu was a bit puzzled by Wan Chuer's sudden change of expression, thinking to himself that girls indeed have complicated minds. He bowed his head and picked up some noodles with his chopsticks. The noodles were chewy and the sauce flavorful, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Bai Zhixi saw that Jiang Kechu was satisfied, and she relaxed, smiling as she said, "I made this pickled cucumber myself, it's pretty good. Mr. Jiang, give it a taste."
"No need to be so polite," Jiang Kechu said softly but obediently picked up a piece of the pickle and put it in his mouth. The sourness combined with the rich soy flavor made it a good side dish.
He didn't hesitate to praise, "This pickled vegetable is indeed quite good."
