Chapter 592: 587: The Never-Ending Pickles
“Wow, what’s this delicious aroma? It smells so good.” Qin Jiale threw her pen down and opened her bedroom door to ask.
“I’m making noodles. Did the smell finally tempt you to come out of your room?” Qin Xue asked her sister with an amused smile.
“Sis, I want to eat that too.” Qin Jiale swallowed and stared at the noodles in front of her sister, asking for some.
“Ah, you want to eat this too? It’s spicy, I was planning to make fried sauce noodles for you and mom.” Qin Xue looked at her sister in surprise, as her oil splashed noodles were very spicy.
“Yeah, I want this.” Qin Jiale was incredibly tempted, not caring if it was spicy or not.
“Alright, but don’t blame me if you cry from the spiciness.” Qin Xue relented and prepared her sister’s dish with the spicy oil as well.
By the time the four bowls of noodles were ready, Qin Jiale had already eagerly placed the pickled cucumbers that Qin Xue had picked out onto the table.
“Mom, brother-in-law, come have dinner! Sis, do we have more of these pickled cucumbers? Can I take some back to school?” After calling her mother and sister to have dinner, Qin Jiale leaned in to ask her sister in a low voice.
“Sure, we have plenty. But can you carry it all?” Qin Xue looked at her sister’s small frame and wondered if she could really handle lugging around so many jars of pickles and preserved vegetables.
If Qin Jiale could carry the load, she was welcome to take as much as she wanted. However, Qin Xue remained doubtful, since clothing could be mailed back, but Jiale would have to carry the pickles herself, which was quite heavy.
“Really? I thought we were almost out after eating them all summer long!” Qin Jiale looked at her sister in surprise.
“No, there’s still plenty. If you don’t believe me, go check under the kitchen table. Just lift the paper cover and you’ll see.” Qin Xue would occasionally switch the empty jars with the full ones from her space.
With this rotating system, there was no way they could ever run out of pickles.
To finish them all, the vegetables in her space would have to stop appearing.
But to Qin Xue, that was impossible.
When Qin Jiale entered the kitchen to check, she indeed found that they had only eaten from the two outer jars, and there were still plenty left inside.
“Sis, it’s true! But how come we haven’t finished the pickles yet?” Qin Jiale asked, puzzled.
“What’s there to be puzzled about? I added more vegetables when you were doing your assignments in your room. If you don’t believe me, ask mom.” To stop her family from asking questions, Qin Xue sometimes really did add more vegetables to the jars.
“Yes, your sister is right.” Nangong Shulan came out and heard their conversation, supporting Qin Xue’s claim.
Chu Molin held Yu Chen in his arms, watching the sisters bicker, and only he knew the truth.
“Let’s eat before the noodles get clumped together and lose their taste.” Qin Xue stopped her sister from asking any further questions with one sentence, knowing she loved to eat.
“Phew, it’s so spicy, but so satisfying!” The sisters took a bite and chimed in unison.
“Can you two eat properly? And you, Qin Xue, you have to breastfeed the baby. Don’t eat so many chilies from now on.” Nangong Shulan was speechless as she stared at their three red bowls. The sight alone was enough to make her feel the spiciness. How could they eat that?
“Yes, mother.” Qin Xue took a bite of noodles, smiling at Nangong Shulan.
“Just keep acting naughty. You’re already a mom, and you’re still acting like a child. We’ll see how you manage in the future.” Nangong Shulan shook her head and laughed, her words scolding but her eyes betraying her amusement.