Wang Ting had not seen Pei Qin for a long time, and when he heard she was coming, he hurried out to meet her. Noticing her attire of a moon-white cotton-linen jacket embroidered with square victory patterns, he paused in surprise and slowed his steps.
Pei Qin, carrying a bag of Sanzi, gestured with it, "Try it, see if it's edible!"
Before the servants could inspect it, Wang Ting broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, "This is made from noodles, but it tastes different from noodles! I knew it as soon as I tasted it!"
"Indeed! How clever!" Pei Qin praised with a laugh.
Wang Ting pouted, noticing the cart laden with many items, and asked with bright eyes, "What goods are you bringing to sell? I'll help you sell them! Did you receive the silver and grain that the steward sent last time?"
"Of course, I received them. I came precisely to express my thanks!" Pei Qin also respectfully presented thirty abacuses to Old Master Wang.
