"I first heard about this new thing called fruit jam from that young girl. What she said was pleasing and what she made was tasty. So, when I saw this person today, I thought they were at least related, if not from the same family."
"But I didn't expect to be deceived like this."
"Mrs. Bai, rest assured, tomorrow I will send someone to Lake West Village. The young lady mentioned that they have apple jam, cherry jam, and loquat jam, and so on. I'll buy some for you. Perhaps, our distinguished guests might fancy it."
Mrs. Fang had kept the uncertainty to herself before.
However, today, in order to make amends, she repeated what the young girl said. Unsurprisingly, Mrs. Bai's expression lightened and she nodded, "I only hope that you can successfully find this girl tomorrow. It's okay if the price is a bit high; we can afford it at home."
