But then, Zhang Yanping suddenly perked up, exchanged a look with Xin Jun, and eyed the batches of marinating packs in front of them...
If they really had to bring something for the summer vacation, then bringing more marinating packs, snacks, pickled vegetables, and sauces... should be pretty normal, right?
At least it would make life at home a little more bearable.
Xin Jun clearly had the same thought, and he even went a step further than Zhang Yanping—how perfect these marinating packs would be for their farmstay business!
He decisively put down the spices in his hand, "So, about that, where's Song Tan? Don't sell this batch of packs, give them all to me, send them to my hometown."
?!?!
Zhang Yanping panicked—this kid!
He hurriedly shouted, "Save twenty for me first!"
Qiaoqiao, still clueless, put down the packs in her hands, now counting on her fingers: