Taking in a deep breath, the sour smell of pickled vegetables wafted into Fangzheng's nose. He gulped his saliva and said, "This is forcing This Penniless Monk to eat cabbage glass noodles tonight!"
"Master, cabbage glass noodles? What's that? Is it delicious?" Squirrel came over the moment he caught a whiff of the sourness. When he heard Fangzheng mention food, he immediately perked up. He climbed up the ladder and sat on the edge of the Buddha Vat. "Are these pickled vegetables? Why did they turn from jade-white to yellowish gold?"
Fangzheng said, "This… It's a chemical reaction. It becomes like that after being fermented for a long time."
