As soon as the door opened, Sister Ling came in carrying a bowl with a piece of meat. In her other hand, she held a piece of pickled vegetable, which she handed to me, saying softly, "There's no garlic sauce, so this pickled vegetable will have to do. This is cucumber pickled in the jar; it's quite delicious." It seemed she was a thoughtful and meticulous girl. "Oh dear, how could I not remember? There's pickled vegetable in the jar! People get forgetful as they get older. Little Ling is so thoughtful; see, she knew to look for pickled vegetables without me even having to tell her," my mother complained, as if I had suffered some great injustice. Hearing my mother praise her, Sister Ling became a little embarrassed, her face turning slightly red. She quickly stepped aside.
The pickled veg
