At this moment, Han Qiwu sent over a meticulously formatted text message.
Tang Qingying glanced at it and smiled lightly.
Using honey as hotpot payment—it's a fitting idea.
"What did he say?" Jing Yijia asked with a nosy expression.
"He said these items were picked up on the beach, that they're not worth much, and told me to keep them as payment for yesterday's meal," Tang Qingying said with a smile. Internally, she believed him a little; she'd also picked up coral on the beach when she was a child. But even so, she couldn't accept it for free—she'd have to find a chance to return the favor.
"Using it as meal payment—that's a clever excuse, I'm taking notes!" Jing Yijia nodded in approval. "If he can pick up stuff worth tens of thousands on the beach, is he the Prince of the Sea?"
Tang Qingying held her phone with both hands and replied: "I'll keep it for now. Next time I visit, I'll bring you a gift. Focus on writing your paper."
