Zhou Xiaomei and her husband arrived early.
Not seeing Jiang Zhixun, both of them thought simultaneously.
This man is hopeless.
One day, he'll regret it deeply!
They didn't mention Jiang Zhixun, instead placing the food on the table, "Miss Shen, you didn't eat much at home earlier. You might get hungry tonight, so keep this as a late-night snack."
Seeing the jar of brown sugar honey wine egg soup, Shen Qingqing was amused and exasperated.
Let's not even mention the thick color of the brown sugar; clearly, a lot was added.
Just those two eggs alone, she couldn't finish them.
And with the honey wine, there's so much that it might take two people to finish.
"It's all separate issues, I haven't taken it to heart."
Zhou Xiaomei laughed, "You may not have taken it to heart, and that's your generosity, but Xiao Mian giving you trouble is a fact."
