"Jingjing, it’s great that you’re awake. When do you plan to come back from your study exchange? Will you be back for the New Year? I need to take Huihui back to my hometown before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and I’ll be back on the eighth. Let’s go to Luo Jun’s house and have dinner together then."
"Tell Zhang Shumei to buy more fruit. The fruit variety is the richest during the New Year, you can get whatever kind you want, even the off-season ones."
"Do you like cherries? Tell Zhang Shumei to buy more 3J ones, Huihui loves cherries, and I’ll take a lot back for Huihui."
Luo Jun finally found a chance to speak: "Chen Huihong, can’t you buy fruit yourself? Do you really think my home is a free fruit buffet? Coming and going as you please and not paying."
Chen Huihong was chatting happily, completely ignoring Luo Jun, or maybe she didn’t notice Luo Jun speaking.
"I know a great fruit seller; their cherries during the New Year are of excellent quality, but they hike up the prices for the holiday—so greedy."
"I’ll send their WeChat to Zhang Shumei."
In the video, Luo Jun:...
Luo Jun slightly tilted his head and took out another phone to make a call: "Xiao Zhang, check your phone, add the WeChat friend."
Qin Huai couldn’t help but laugh.
"Sister Hong," Qin Huai interrupted Chen Huihong’s enthusiastic plan for a New Year spirit tea party, "Do you want me to prepare a batch of frozen, long-lasting raw dough for you ahead of time? I have to go back to my hometown for the New Year and won’t be back until after the Lantern Festival."
"Sure, sure." Chen Huihong said happily, "Xiao Qin, your cooking is something that makes people feel unwell if not eaten for a few days. Now that Huang Ji is so popular, we can’t even get delivery, and Luo Jun and I haven’t tasted your snacks for days."
Qin Huai was taken aback, not expecting that the direct victims of Huang Ji’s explosive success also included Chen Huihong and Luo Jun.
"I even asked Luo Jun this morning if he wanted to come with me to Gusu, but he just wouldn’t go."
Luo Jun said displeasedly, "What’s so great about Gusu?"
Qin Huai chuckled, "Mr. Luo, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ll save some raw dough for you tomorrow, and you can have it picked up and sent to Shan City for Zhang Shumei to steam; the taste won’t be much different."
"Don’t worry, I’ll send the Dried Tangerine Peel Tea along as well."
Only then did Luo Jun show the second pleasant expression since the video call started.
The first pleasant expression was shown when hearing that Qu Jing had woken up.
Qu Jing also smiled and said to Luo Jun, "Mr. Luo, thank you for these years."
Luo Jun slightly raised his chin, "Good to know. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone to that broken hospital of yours."
"But even if you don’t want to live anymore, I still recommend you get regular therapy; it’s good for your health."
"Jingjing, Qin Huai helped you wake up, what do you plan to give him?" Chen Huihong asked.
"Give?" Qu Jing didn’t understand.
Chen Huihong explained the gift function in Qin Huai’s gaming system.
Qu Jing realized, "Then what did you and Mr. Luo give?"
"I asked my brother to a large sum to Luoluo’s high school and got her admitted as a special talent. When Luoluo goes to university, and if she wants to study abroad, I’ll have my brother cover the tuition."
"Luo Jun plans to leave his entire estate to Xiao Qin after he passes, and see if he can find him reincarnated to get some payback."
Qu Jing roughly understood, and without looking at the phone, he directly looked at Qin Huai.
"Although my current income is pretty good, with a monthly salary and bonus totaling about 37,000, plus an annual bonus, most of my salary over the years has been d, and I only have 370,000 on hand now. That’s not much money."
"How about this, I’ll write you an IOU for ten million, and pay it in installments. I should be able to pay it off before I die."
He’s just a pastry chef; he doesn’t want to be hung on a street lamp!
"No, no!" Qin Huai repeatedly refused.
Qu Jing was already considered quite poor among the spirits, and Qin Huai had plenty of inheritance waiting for him; he didn’t need to worry about the ten million Qu Jing had yet to earn.
"I have Mr. Luo’s inheritance, and that’s more than enough. Here’s what we’ll do—since Qu Jing, most of your previous money was also d, I will send you the WeChat of Director Qin of the Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute, and you can a sum every year as a gift to me."
Qin Huai: Director Qin, this is the last thing I can do for the welfare institute as an outstanding graduate of the Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute.
"Okay." Qu Jing nodded.
"Hey, not that I’m saying anything..." Luo Jun’s voice came out with exasperation from the phone.
"I’m not dead yet, can you all please not assume I’ve already been reincarnated."
"Can you show a bit more respect for Bi fang?"
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