Han Xiangjun looked at Wei Kaiyun's smug smile and chuckled softly. It's really speechless, having a father like Wei Kaiyun is quite rare.
He glanced at Shi Jing, who was quietly eating. That boy's expression was natural, as if he was used to it.
Wondering if Jiang Xinyu is like that too? Probably not, she's a rational woman. Probably not much difference.
There are three duck racks left, pack them up for them to take home.
Ten roast ducks and ten roast chickens are all ready, each wrapped in plastic and put into a big woven bag.
Jiang Feifei thought that when they got home, just carrying back what they brought would take a whole cart.
Everyone was full. The leftover pancakes were also taken, and a bottle of sauce was provided on the side. The sauce was indeed delicious, though they made it at home before, it wasn't as good as this.
When they came out of the private room, they ran into that family of high-value people again.
