In his eyes, two bags of 20-pound Fortune Crystal Rice were placed at the bottom layer of the cabinet, while condiments like Shanxi aged vinegar and Lee Kum Kee soy sauce were neatly categorized and placed in specific compartments.
Apart from that, the cabinet was mostly stocked with various drinks and wines. Although Tang Xiaoquan didn't know much about alcohol, judging by their exquisite packaging, the prices must be quite high.
Tilting his head slightly, Tang Xiaoquan turned his gaze to Du Jiancheng behind him.
"How is it? A-Cheng, did you find anything?"
"I did, but..." With a mournful face, A-Cheng stepped aside, allowing the box in front of him to be seen.
Tang Xiaoquan leaned forward to take a look: Whoa, no kidding, a blinding sea of red.
He instinctively blinked twice and muttered to himself, "Damn, jackpot, it's Soft Chunghwa!"
Indeed, inside the light-yellow five-ply packing box were rows of items with the "Chunghwa" label.
