In Xue Yang's office, Lin Xi was still carefully examining the jar of pickles from Li You.
How exactly am I supposed to eat this? It looks quite appetizing.
"If you're curious, just open it and have a look," Xue Yang encouraged.
Encouraged by him, Lin Xi picked up the jar and tried to open it, only to find she couldn't. She used all her might, but the lid wouldn't budge.
"Xue Yang, I can't open it. You do it."
She looked at him so pitifully that it was impossible to refuse. In fact, Xue Yang would have helped her even if she hadn't asked. He had only held back because she hadn't turned to him immediately, and he was curious to see if she could manage on her own.
Xue Yang took the jar and opened it with an effortless twist.
A rich aroma immediately filled the air—spicy, salty, and fragrant. The smell alone was enough to make one's mouth water.
Lin Xi blinked her beautiful eyes. "Xue Yang, it looks like you can eat this directly. Should I try some?"
