Ma Jincai saw Chiang Xiao, but his reaction wasn't as visibly pleased as Ma Cuifeng's.
However, Chiang Xiao wasn't fooled by his demeanor and instantly noticed his excitement.
"Chiang Xiao, do you have something to deliver today?"
"Yes. But there's quite a bit of stuff, and also, I'm not sure if Director Ma can handle it."
Handle it?
This handling clearly wasn't about eating food, but about whether he could take it or wrap his head around it. Ma Jincai felt a bit of dissonance when he heard Chiang Xiao say this.
How could a thirteen-year-old village girl talk business with the slickness of an old hand?
"Oh? How much stuff? Is it what you mentioned last time?" Ma Jincai asked curiously.
Chiang Xiao shook her head, "This time we couldn't manage to pick Tianlvxiang, nor did we find any mushrooms."
Ma Jincai's smile stiffened slightly: "None? So it's all bracken?"
Having just one type of vegetable did disappoint him.
But something was better than nothing, right?
