"If you like eating it, come to my house after work this afternoon and take some. I have a big jar, all made before, and I can't finish it myself. You can also take some to your grandparents and aunt."
Yun Xiaohu grinned, nodding repeatedly, "Sister Yuan Chun, you're so nice."
Yuan Chun laughed, "It's only at times like this that you call me sister."
Yun Xiaohu sheepishly said, "You're not that much older than me. You even look younger than Xiao Lei; you could be my sister instead."
Yuan Chun rolled her eyes, "From now on, you must call me sister. I'm telling you, your sister can make lots of delicious food. If you don't call me sister, you won't get to eat it."
"Yuan Chun, don't push your luck."
"Want to try me?"
Yun Xiaohu wouldn't dare risk it; what if Yuan Chun makes something tasty in the future and doesn't share it with him?
Yun Xiaoqian pointed at the pickled mustard tuber, asking, "Yuan Chun, did you make this dish? I like it."
