Not only did she dig out the memory that was buried in her memory, but she also drooled at the thought of the taste of that pickled ginger.
"You want to eat pickled ginger?" Qiao Dongliang was surprised.
"Yes. Is it troublesome to do this? Otherwise, you can let me know how to do it and I'll try it myself?" Ever since she thought of that taste of pickled ginger, Qiao Nan felt that nothing was delicious. Spicy food lacked the acidity of pickled ginger while sour food lacked the spiciness of pickled ginger. The perfect combination of spicy and sour was only reflected in pickled ginger.
In this lifetime, before she got pregnant, Qiao Nan never thought that she would be the kind of person who would lose her senses just because she had a craving. In reality, ever since she had this thought, she even dreamed of when she was five years old at the Qiao family enjoying the taste of her first bite of pickled ginger.
