A single pack of snowflake crisps can't make it rain, there's not enough of them.
But Jiang Nian went ahead and bought two packs, pouring them onto Zhang Ningzhi's desk handful by handful.
As for whether she'd eat them or not, that was another matter.
Zhang Ningzhi, diligently attending morning self-study, was suddenly greeted with this little surprise and was quite delighted.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Where's my drink?" Jiang Nian didn't plan on sitting down; he still had things to do. "Don't forget today's drink, okay?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi looked puzzled.
"Isn't the group leader treating the whole group to drinks this week?"
"That's his business, but I want one too." Jiang Nian replied righteously without even blinking. "I just like yours, so are you giving it or not?"
"No way!"
Jiang Nian laughed, "Alright, self-service then?"
"No way!" Zhang Ningzhi puffed her cheeks in anger.
