In this world, there's a type of cold known as your mom thinking you're cold and then forcing you to wear autumn pants, even delivering them straight to your office so that all of your colleagues know you're someone who wears autumn pants. Then, the vast majority of your colleagues reveal the same smile, because they've also been made to wear autumn pants.
As for Chen Ze, it seemed like his own mom particularly liked sending him stuff. Once she had sent black garlic, and after trying to cook with it just once, Chen Ze had quietly set it aside—the flavor was just too unique and Chen Ze wasn't quite ready to master it, not to mention the bitter gourd she sent later on.
"Sigh, I hope this time it's something normal." Chen Ze could only silently pray that his mother wouldn't send some bizarre item, not knowing what he would do with it. Throwing it away was out of the question, after all, wasting food was not good.
