Noon.
Home.
Qiu Jie is visiting here as a guest. This place, for three years, Qiu Jie has never been here. Actually, it's normal, this is a student's house, Tang Qing didn't hold big banquets for festivals, it's usually just a few people.
That's right.
The people from the two dormitories are all here too.
"A loss, a loss."
Qiu Jie exclaimed.
"Principal Qiu, it's not a loss. You've managed to eat, haven't you?" Zeng Rou said nonchalantly. After interning for over a month, she felt like she was living on 'bread and water' every day, so needed to compensate these days.
Moreover.
"This was cultivated with transcription fluid."
Zeng Rou added.
At this moment.
The news has spread. Myanmar Agricultural Group hasn't propagated it, but neither did they cover it up. Major world media are reporting on it, local rumors abound, and upon hearing it, Zeng Rou chooses to keep quiet.
Eat a man's mouth short.
Cannot brag extensively and say Tang Qing has been eating it for years.
