As the Jiang family had been very busy lately.
The two hadn't had a chance to talk for a long time.
Jiang Tanyue gladly accepted the invitation and handed Yang Yuecheng a jar of cherry jam that she had prepared in advance.
Yang Yuecheng quickly shook her head, "We haven't finished the mulberry jam you brought last time. Why are you giving me another jar? I heard that this jar could sell for a lot of money."
"Of course, I know you haven't finished it yet. Otherwise, when I made a new variety of fruit jam, I would have wanted to bring it for you to taste earlier," Jiang Tanyue calmly replied, "Although I am generous, I am not generous to everyone. You are my friend, so I am so generous to you."
Miss Jiang's response brought tears to the eyes of the lady.
Yang Yuecheng immediately grabbed Jiang Tanyue's hand and began to tell her interesting stories she had witnessed during this time.
Among them was the story of how YangjiaVillage was burnt to the ground.
