He Kuang just kept babbling on and on.
"Hmm," Lun Chuan said, his face expressionless, very aloof.
Then he subtly shifted his leg, which was both sore and numb.
He Kuang didn't notice but instead picked up his teacup and took a deep sip:
"Ah, this tea is really fragrant! No idea how you found this treasure of a seller. It's just so hard to buy anything, always have to compete for it in the live stream—hey, did you get the tea-flavored egg seasoning packet from yesterday's sale? I missed out on that one!"
Lun Chuan covertly glanced at the unopened express package he had.
He hadn't snagged one, nor had he caught the live stream, but if things went as expected, the seasoning packet would definitely be in the express box.
"Plus, there's nothing growing in the fields now, and the stores aren't selling either. I'm relying entirely on this tea to get by these days. My wife is going crazy wanting their honey, but every time I ask, it's 'out of stock, out of stock'..."
