"Hey, Brother Fei! I have a question for you!"
Jiang Fei's tone was calm, "What's up that can't wait until work tomorrow? If you need to take leave, just drop me a message on WeChat. Why bother calling?"
Chen Mo chuckled helplessly. He was a bit sleepy in the office today, which made Jiang Fei think he wasn't feeling well.
"No, no. I want to send some flour back home. Do you know where in Jingzhou I can get the best flour, you know the kind that makes really good noodles?"
Jiang Fei smacked his lips.
"Tsk, you've asked the right person! I remember a few years ago, our company had a project with a flour factory. We went to Ning County for an inspection. There's a grain station there with decent flour. I bought some back, and even my wife's cooking improved! Hey, why'd you kick me?"
Hearing the sound of Jiang Fei getting a smack over the phone, Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh. "Can you give me the address?"
