Wang Ergou felt around his body, patting his pockets and robes, before finally pulling a jar from his bosom. With an honest, good-natured smile on his face, he handed it to Mo Chen.
"Big brother, these are radishes my mother pickled with her own hands. They taste absolute magic, you gotta try some!" Wang Ergou said in a thick, earthy rural accent, his eyes full of eager anticipation like a child craving approval for his favorite toy.
Looking into Wang Ergou's simple and earnest eyes, Mo Chen smiled heartily and reached out to take the jar.
Chapter 69