"Sour."
Brother Xiaozhang's wife said, while slurping on her saliva, "But it's sour and tasty, I just can't help myself—right, I also want some fried rice noodles, can you make me a bowl now? Don't make too much, just throw in a couple of eggs, a piece of ham sausage, and a handful of green vegetables... just to tie me over."
"Right, and the braised goose. Buy one for me tomorrow—or roast duck is also fine, oh I'm so hungry!"
"This thing is too appetizing, I can't eat it anymore, or my teeth will be sore tomorrow."
Her speech was unclear as she spat out a peach pit, then her hand reached for another green peach and started eating it, and finally, she commented in a muffled voice:
"The sweet and sour ones are delicious, the sour and salty ones are good too, next time you should buy both..."
However, when she looked up, she saw that Brother Xiaozhang was still standing there numbly, and she couldn't help but be startled, "Why haven't you gone to cook?"
