Andrew's newly bought wine naturally didn't taste sour.
Zheng Qing was just teasing.
The Trident Sword Commissioner suddenly pulled a long face and pushed the young assistant professor out of the office somewhat roughly. However, as they reached the door, he dutifully reminded, "—The money should be credited by noon. As usual, just take the transaction slip to Sam's Pass to collect the cash."
Seven hundred and fifty jade coins is a big deal, a half-day accounting period is totally acceptable.
Zheng Qing gleefully kissed the red transaction slip, folded it into three, carefully tucked it into the depths of a grey cloth bag, and then happily walked towards the school, pondering what to have for breakfast.
With big money in hand, he thought he could indulge a bit this morning. Not only should there be a layer of caviar in the omelette, but also truffles and lobster, paired with sweet and sour sea buckthorn juice, just the thought made his mouth water.
