After speaking, Uncle Jiang led Qingqing and Weiwei, stepping ahead to show the way.
Huang Jun picked up the bag of desserts and followed closely behind.
Uncle Jiang caught a glimpse of the gift in his hand and pretended to scold him: "Oh, Xiaojun, didn't I tell you long ago? Just come by for a chat, there's no need to spend money on anything. Why don't you listen, bringing so many nice things over again? You should take these back and see if you can return them..."
"Uncle Jiang, this time it's different. These aren't bought; I made these desserts myself, one of a kind, can't be returned..."
Huang Jun replied with a cheerful smile, then put on a face of mock difficulty: "If you really don't want to accept them, then I can only reluctantly take them back and eat them myself."
Saying that, he pretended to turn around, acting like he was going to put the desserts back in the car.
"Oh, you made them..."
