"Pan." Jiang Mingyue put down the basket, took a sip of tea poured by Uncle Mute, "So fragrant!"
Uncle Mute was very pleased and sneakily ran to the storeroom to pack two tins for Jiang Mingyue.
Pan Zhoucong saw those two tins, and his eyelids twitched wildly.
Du Shouqiang's mouth dropped open: My goodness! This was something Pan acquired with great effort, said to be worth its weight in gold, and now two tins are gone at once—he wanted to ask if there were any left.
Uncle Mute: Of course, there are some left, after all, there's still at least ten grams.
"Ahem, Mr. Jiang, I asked you to come over because there's some good news to share. Elder Tang's grandson's face has recovered. Mr. Jiang, you played a crucial role in this, and Elder Tang wants to invite you for a meal to thank you personally. What do you think?"
To go or not to go? Jiang Mingyue pondered.
If it were in the past, she wouldn't even consider it, but now she's already in the public eye...
