"What's this?" Mrs. Sun asked, not touching the bag on the table. She frowned, clearly displeased.
"Heh heh. Well, a fellow from our village came to the textile factory a few days ago to get his job assignment sorted out. Unfortunately, someone's been giving him a hard time, and he still hasn't gotten it processed. My buddy heard that Director Sun is an upright man, so he insisted I pay a visit to your home while I was in the county town. I know Director Sun is a man of principle who doesn't accept gifts from ordinary folk, so my friend just asked me to bring over some local specialties. It's nothing valuable, just a small token of our sentiment." Liu Dajiang certainly had a gift for gab, automatically embellishing the script he'd been given.
"That's not acceptable. My Old Sun is a Party member; we don't do things like this. Please, take it back." Mrs. Sun's frown deepened, her displeasure growing.
