"When honored guests arrive, naturally, we must prepare tea and pastries. This is the way of hospitality," Jiangli said expressionlessly to Xia Xin, giving him a look. "Hasn't the old Taoist taught you?"
Xia Xin: "..."
Gazing at Jiangli, for some reason, he felt like his ancient ancestor was taking revenge.
With an awkward smile, Xia Xin said, "Then, I'll go buy some now."
Only then did Jiangli nod slightly, showing a trace of satisfaction.
Xia Xin no longer took Jiangli's words lightly.
If the old ancestor said an honored guest would come, then an honored guest was certain to come. He immediately went with Jiangli to a nearby pastry shop and also bought some tea leaves.
While Xia Xin was out shopping with Jiangli, carrying bags both big and small, Mr. Cao was already preparing to be discharged from the hospital.
"Boss, your body isn't in the right condition to be discharged," the assistant said as he pushed the wheelchair, looking at Mr. Cao's leg in a cast with some worry.
