In the evening, Bo Jinlan got off work and got into the car.
The driver, Lao Qian, looked at the rearview mirror, "Young Master, the Chairman said to have you come home tonight."
"Mhm." Bo Jinlan loosened his suit jacket with one hand, noncommittal.
Lao Qian slowly drove the car out.
Along the way, Bo Jinlan called his girlfriend, "Are you at your grandfather's house?"
"Yeah, have you gotten off work?" Jiang Yaoyao said, "Tonight Aunt Zhang made chicken soup."
"Too bad I can't have any."
"Do you have something on tonight?"
"More or less." Bo Jinlan laughed, "You'll have to drink an extra bowl for me."
"What do you think I am, a pig? Drinking an extra bowl." Jiang Yaoyao teased, "Alright, then you can come pick me up after you're done. I'm helping my grandfather with the invitations now, busy here."
"Does it need to be handwritten?"
"Yes, Grandpa said handwritten ones have sincerity, and the Cheng Family hasn't had a celebration in many years..."