Holy cow! That was fast, did it come by rocket?
She's genuinely a bit skeptical now whether thirty jars of Old Gan Ma sauce can even cover the shipping cost for that big spender dude.
She sneaked to a corner to confirm receipt, and while she was at it, she pulled out a jar and shoved it in her pocket, swaggering into the cafeteria in high spirits.
Qin Shuang was having lunch with Zhang Yulan, and she waved eagerly at Su Xiaoxiao from afar: "Xiaoxiao, over here."
They'd already gotten her food, saving her a trip.
Su Xiaoxiao walked over and pulled out the Old Gan Ma from her pocket.
Qin Shuang glanced over, puzzled: "Xiaoxiao, what did you bring?"
It looked all black, with what seemed like a layer of oil floating on the surface, hard to tell what it was.
It kind of resembled homemade pickled sauce, but seemed a bit different.
Su Xiaoxiao thanked Qin Shuang for getting her food, sat down, and opened the glass jar.
