By the next afternoon, Shen Lu and her staff were hard at work washing and chopping radishes.
She had bought half a ton of daikon radishes to make spicy pickled radish and dried radish strips. The entire back kitchen reeked of the sharp scent of daikon.
Xiao Lang had a keen sense of smell, and he could smell the overpowering, sharp scent of radish even in his dorm room.
Simply deactivating his superpower wasn’t enough. After a few tries, Xiao Lang surprisingly managed to teach himself how to block his sense of smell.
No longer smelling the pungent radish, Xiao Lang let out a long sigh of relief and resumed his training in the living room.
The weather was bad, so it wasn’t good for exercising outside. Huo Qian had taught him a routine he could practice indoors, and Xiao Lang would do it whenever he had free time.
When he finished, he’d go out on the balcony for a bit to watch the woman digging in the yard.
Yang Jing had a scarf wrapped around her head, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only her eyes visible. She dug slowly, having to take a break after just a short while.
The soil in the backyard was hard. The first strike usually only chiseled a shallow mark on the surface; it took a few more blows to break through to the earth below.
But Yang Jing dug very diligently, without a hint of impatience.
Inside the tin-plated house, Liu Yaozu felt his broken arm and leg, extremely irritated.
"How long until I can get these things taken off?"
Liu Qiang kept his head down, sorting seeds. "The doctor said they can come off in a month. But they say a broken bone takes a hundred days to mend. It’ll be over two more months before you’re fully healed."
"That’s too long. Is there some kind of miracle drug?"
"I don’t know, I didn’t ask the doctor." Liu Qiang looked up. "Even if there was, we don’t have the money to buy it."
"Just because we don’t, doesn’t mean Shen Lu doesn’t," Liu Yaozu said, his thoughts smoothly turning to her. "Dad, I hate to say it, but why do you always have to pick a fight with Shen Lu?"
Liu Qiang’s eye twitched. "I don’t."
"Still denying it? Take us moving into this tin-plated house. Shen Lu has come over twice, and you’ve started a conflict with her each time."
"I didn’t start a conflict with her! She’s the one who doesn’t respect me as her father!"
"So what if she’s disrespectful? Why do you care so much about useless things like that?" Liu Yaozu just couldn’t understand his father’s stubbornness.
"I’m her father! She’s supposed to respect me!" Liu Qiang said obstinately. "Isn’t the Shen Family supposed to be rich? How did they raise her to be like this? She’s not even as obedient as Shen Lan!"
"Oh, give me a break. That little bitch Shen Lan..."
"Yaozu, don’t always talk about Shen Lan like that."
"Dad, are you out of your mind?" Liu Yaozu couldn’t stop himself from swearing. "Shen Lu is my actual sister! Why do you always take Shen Lan’s side?!"
Not wanting to argue with his son, Liu Qiang just glared at him for a moment before returning to sorting his seeds.
Liu Yaozu rolled his eyes and screamed internally.
’Fuck, how many more of these boring days do I have to endure? I really don’t want to live with these two old farts, it’s so fucking boring!’
Shen Lu packed the radish chunks, now mixed with chili paste, into a crock. She covered the opening with plastic wrap, put on the lid, and poured water into the outer rim to create a seal.
Now, she just had to let time do its work.
Wang Daguo and Xin Yu carried the crocks into the pantry one by one, lining them up neatly against the wall.
[Host, are you really not going to the banquet?]
The system suddenly asked.
Shen Lu took off her gloves. "Why? Got a friendly tip for me?"
[It’s not exactly a tip...]
[Has the Host forgotten about the newly unlocked Mysterious Mall?]
Shen Lu said, "I haven’t forgotten, but reputation value is too hard to get. I’ve only gained 8 points since unlocking the Mysterious Mall."
[That’s why I’m saying the Host should consider going to the banquet. You have to go out more to have a chance of gaining reputation value.]
Shen Lu grimaced. "I’m afraid I might not make it back alive."
She had a very bad impression of the people from the Commerce Association. Her policy was to avoid dealing with them if at all possible.
[Fine~]

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