Zhou Xiaomei and her husband arrived early.
Seeing no sign of Jiang Zhixun, the couple simultaneously thought:
This person is beyond saving.
Sooner or later, he'll regret it so deeply it'll make him sick.
They didn't mention Jiang Zhixun. Instead, they placed the food on the table. "Mister Shen, you didn't eat much earlier at home. You might get hungry tonight. Keep this as a midnight snack."
Seeing the jar of brown sugar fermented rice wine egg soup, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle amidst her exasperation.
Not to mention the strong, rich color of the brown sugar, which clearly wasn't spared generously,
but just the two eggs alone were already too much for her to finish.
On top of that, there was the fermented rice wine—plentiful and hearty. It seemed like it might need two people to finish.
"It's really not a big deal; I haven't taken it to heart."
