Jiang Xinyu was at home tending the fire when she heard a knock on the door. Why is Wei Kaiyun here again?
"Jiang Xinyu, I've brought you a frying pan." Wei Kaiyun held up the griddle to show Jiang Xinyu.
"Director Wei, what's this?"
"It's a gift for you. Didn't you say you didn't have a griddle? I brought you one. You have a coal stove, so it's perfect to use."
"Director Wei, I really can't accept this."
"Are you rejecting this? I haven't used it, and I don't cook myself. A friend gave it to me, and it's just been sitting at home."
"That's not what I mean."
"Oh? Then just take it."
"I don't want it because I don't want to cook in the room I sleep in. It feels too weird."
"What's so strange about that? Alright, just take it for now. I'll get you a coal stove. I don't stay at home, so it's useless to me. I've got a lot of briquettes too, and they're all for you."
"Director Wei, I can't accept something for nothing."
"It's a gift between friends."
