Dr. Xiaozhang clutched his wallet, now so despondent he was on the verge of tears.
With his meager savings of seventeen thousand, he couldn't even scrounge up a decent offering of tea leaves – how could he even consider showing up at Jingjing's place?
But...
But there was no other way!
A pound of tea leaves, two bottles of honey, and only five thousand left, probably not even enough to cover next month's living expenses and mortgage.
Song Tan held up a squished, yet not too damaged, pound of bok choy, her smile not at all cunning, "Dr. Zhang, do you want this bok choy?"
Zhang Yuan gave her a glance, and finally confirmed, "For free?"
Seeing Song Tan nod, he replied vehemently, "Yes!"
Turning around, he squeezed the bunch of greens and ducked into the alley, walked a few steps, and handed it to the rice noodle stall owner:
"Boss, a bowl of rice noodles, with a serving of greens."
The owner: ...
The two exchanged glances.
After a long moment.
