Old Granny Zhang couldn't help but swallow her saliva when she smelled the aroma, and she sat up.
She picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece, and put it in her mouth. As soon as she chewed, her eyes lit up. Though Old Granny Zhang herself was skilled at making pickles, this kimchi was different. It was sour, spicy, and crunchy, making her mouth water.
"Quick, get me a bowl of porridge or noodle soup—" Old Granny Zhang said as she ate another piece, even feeding one to Wang Yongzhu.
When Wang Yongzhu first tasted the kimchi, the sourness made her close her eyes. But then the spiciness bloomed on her tongue, the mixture of sour and spicy combined with the crisp texture whetted her appetite.
Wang Yongzhu couldn't help but glance at Old Madam Ding, surprised to find such a skilled artisan in this county town.
Upon hearing Old Granny Zhang ask for food, Old Madam Ding quickly agreed. She put her bundle in the room, and washed her hands to go into the kitchen to cook.
