Song Enzhi's cheeks lit up with joy as she said, "Alright, then I'll bring the vegetables and jars over tomorrow morning."
"Sure," Meng Chuyue agreed and then teased her, "You know, with you like this, won't your parents blame me for leading astray a proper lady of a noble family? If you keep this up, your image will be ruined."
Song Enzhi laughed and shook her head, "Do noble ladies not eat or use the bathroom? You're overthinking it."
"Haha…"
Not only did Meng Chuyue laugh, but Xiao Yuan did as well.
Then, they both thought of the same question: when Su Xiufeng goes to the bathroom, does she also maintain a dignified demeanor?
…
Song Enzhi and Xiao Yuan thought that the pickles Meng Chuyue made that night wouldn't be edible until two days later, but they got to taste the pickled bean pods and pickled cucumbers the very next morning.
The taste was indescribably good.
