Early in the morning, Su Xiaofeng had gone with He Ximei to pick chilies in the field.
On the road out of the village, they encountered Su Xiaotao, the two glanced at each other and quickly looked away.
"Hmph," Su Xiaotao snorted coldly, "What bad luck, to run into certain unclean people right as I leave the house."
"Who are you calling bad luck?"
"I'm calling you bad luck."
"Oh, so your name is Bad Luck," Su Xiaofeng left a few words indifferently, then ignored Su Xiaotao and went down to the fields.
By the time Su Xiaotao realized what had been said, her face had turned green with anger.
Su Xiaofeng, you are the real Bad Luck.
Picking less than twenty kilograms of chili peppers, she returned home and started cleaning the chilies, drying them, and peeling garlic.
She chopped the chilies and garlic together, added some white wine and various seasonings, and put them into bottles, waiting for the flavors to meld.
