Yun Tingyi took the washed chopsticks and bowl, feeling satisfied inside.
The sweet and sour radishes looked evenly sliced, and the color was deep—a dusk-like hue with a faint hint of red.
He picked up a slice with his chopsticks and brought it under his nose. A fragrant, spicy aroma hit him immediately, though the acidity was exceptionally fresh. This clearly was not ordinary vinegar.
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