"Zhao Zhan, don't joke around. Although I know that her pickled vegetables are delicious, they can only be compared with the rest of the villagers at most. There's no way you can make money with this, the people outside have eaten so many good things. Who would like our pickled vegetables?"
"It's not like it's anything valuable. Every family can make some for themselves. No one will go out of their way to make it."
Zhao Zhan recalled that when he was in Huai County, he had made this dish when he saw the back kitchen of the inn stocked with pickled vegetables and fish. However, the taste of the pickled vegetables completely overshadowed the freshness of the fish itself.
Even the color of the soup was not as appetizing as the one they just had.
However, Gu Xiaoyu's pickled vegetables did not have such a problem.
