Chapter 117 There weren’t many radishes planted in the family’s private plot—Granny Li thought Chinese cabbage kept better. Last time, they’d only stewed radish once, but An An, having tasted it for the first time, had never forgotten it. The moment his father left, An An climbed out of the basket on his own, grabbed his sister’s hand, and the two of them toddled off to dig around. They were just playing at first, but to their surprise, they actually unearthed a white radish. The memory…