Yi Jiao took out a small jar from the cabinet and went to open the pickling jar. She picked up the pickles with her chopsticks and put them into a small jar. Then, she poured some pickle water into it with a spoon, and sealed the jar.
She walked to the kitchen table, put the jars on it, and said, "Husband, we just moved in, so we can't refuse his invitation. What if he thinks we are arrogant and unwilling to associate with him?"
After hearing what his wife said, Chen Xiang said, "Then what should we do? We can't just go over and eat his food."
Yi Jiao smiled at her husband, pointed to the pickled vegetables and five salted duck eggs on the kitchen table and said, "We can just bring something good for him when we go over. This way, we still accepted his invitation and won't leave any bad impressions."
After hearing his wife's explanation, Chen Xiang's eyes lit up and he said, "Wife, I understand."