Song Tan grudgingly packed the silver fungus for Wu Qianqian.
There really wasn't much left... all of the last batch went to her, a whole pound, wrapped in a big non-woven fabric bag, then placed inside a plastic bag.
Wu Qianqian, though, had her lips curled up the whole time, exceptionally happy.
What can I say, it's just like her! In the end, she still got one over on Song Tan, huh, haha! Totally ecstatic.
After all this fuss, by the time Wu Lei came back from the rice fields, it was time for the family to start preparing for dinner.
As Wu Lan brought out the dishes, she whispered to Song Tan, "Luckily the silver fungus drying in Seventh Uncle's courtyard hasn't been moved yet. Otherwise, if there had been more stuff, they wouldn't have been so impulsive."
Song Tan nodded and let out a long sigh, "Now we really have no stock left. I'll have to talk to Brother Yanping later and put a hold on shipments—" for a day or two.
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