Mrs. Han took the radish, bit into it, and nodded, "I have to say, the radishes Mother planted do taste pretty good. They're not spicy, sweet, and crunchy, delicious." She was quite picky with food, so to get her seal of approval was certainly saying something.
Mrs. Zhu also grabbed a piece to taste, "Mother, we should save some seeds for next year, these radishes are quite good. I'll ask the restaurant if they want any, this bright red color would look good in a dish presentation."
"Ah, good, if the restaurant really wants them, we'll plant more next year and might even earn a little money." Mrs. Chen listened happily, regardless of whether they could sell them or not, at least her daughter-in-law was considering the family in her plans.
