Meanwhile in Nanjing, outside the Confucius temple.
"Is this really Yun Jin?" Zhang Zhou Wei held up a silk scarf and asked the boss. Seeing him nod, he put it down and spoke to Wang Ya Nan. "This doesn't look too expensive. How about we buy Xing Ta Ge a rain stone? It'll count as a gift."
"It's already strange to gift a guy a silk scarf."
"Then you don't understand the vanity of Xing Ta Ge."
As they chatted, they headed into another store to pick out some rain stone crafts. They then purchased some sealed traditional snacks like Nanjing salted duck, plate duck, duck stomach and duck belly.
"This food is for..."
Zhang Zhou Wei paused for a moment. Not sure if his brain was stuck or his throat. He couldn't remember who he wanted to gift it to.
Wang Ya Nan looked toward Zhang Zhou Wei. "For who?"
"Who was it?" Zhang Zhou Wei scratched his head. He seemed to have remembered something, but it slipped out of his mind immediately.