At Chen Kaishan's question, Cheng Zongyang's eyes shifted. He calmly picked up his cup, finished the wine, and asked in return:
"Are you interested in this rice? Also, let's eat. It's already Noon, and the food will get cold. We're all familiar with each other, so there's no need for such formalities."
As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.
At his side, Zheng Tianhai simply smiled at the words. He too picked up his cup and drained it, still showing no intention of joining the conversation.
Seeing this, Chen Kaishan also began to eat as he spoke, "We are indeed. That's why I've come to ask about it. Is it a unique variant from Tianduan Mountain?"
Cheng Zongyang shook his head. "Where it comes from is a secret. But if your Commerce Association is interested, cooperation isn't out of the question. Care to hear about its yield?"
Chen Kaishan's hand paused. He nodded. "I'm all ears."
