Now itâs twenty to thirty thousand, but this bracelet is definitely worth more than that. Is it really okay to give such a substantial gift as a meeting gift?
Meng Xinian raised an eyebrow, waved her over, signaling her to come.
Chiang Xiao walked over to him.
Somewhat unclear what he meant.
She walked up to him, and Meng Xinian held her face, asking seriously, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, tell me, why canât you accept a meeting gift worth twenty to thirty thousand, acting like itâs worth hundreds of thousands?"
After all, she herself could sell a painting for thousands, so logically she shouldnât regard twenty to thirty thousand as such a big deal.
Uh...
Chiang Xiaoâs heart skipped a beat, and then she immediately said, "I heard that jade, like gold, retains its value, no, jade is even more valuable than gold. Isnât it said that gold has a price, but jade is priceless? So I think if this is kept, its value will keep rising in the future."
Meng Xinian nodded.
"Take it, at most... you help him prepare a bit of ointment. Old Yang had a back injury before, and it aches whenever itâs windy or rainy."
"Well... Grandpa Chen actually taught me a recipe, and I have all the ingredients."
Using Chen Baoshenâs recipe, along with her ingredients, the effect would indeed be quite good.
"Then make him a few batches, and bring them over next time."
Chiang Xiao glanced sideways at Meng Xinian, immediately understanding his meaning, "You just want me to come over again next time, donât you?"
Meng Xinian hugged her, letting her sit on his lap, rested his chin on her shoulder, and laughed lightly, "You worked hard to create that green rooftop garden, you canât just abandon it. You can come stay for a couple of days now and then, come on the weekends."
"I fertilized the garden, even if I donât come, itâll grow just fine," Chiang Xiao said, "Donât be too lazy, remember to pick some vegetables now and then and cook for yourself."
What she meant by fertilizing was spreading a thin layer of Spatial Black Soil.
Moreover, those vegetables were definitely more nutritious than the ones in the cafeteria.
"I wonât cook; Iâll pick them and take them to Aunt Yang to cook. Iâll just go over and eat; Iâll wait for you to come cook."
Chiang Xiao burst into laughter.
"You might not know, if itâs for Uncle Yangâs ointment, I can actually finish it tonight."
"You are not allowed to stay up late tonight, keep me company to sleep."
"Tyrant Meng, thatâs enough!"
Chiang Xiao couldnât help but give him a pinch. When he said sleep, it wasnât just sleeping, it was exhausting.
Itâs been two continuous nights, what more does he want?
"I heard that for the past couple of days, thereâs been a rumor in your camp that Iâm a tiger-woman, right?" Chiang Xiao suddenly thought about this matter.
Since she arrived, she hadnât been to the cafeteria, rarely went out, only took a walk with Meng Xinian after dinner, making a big loop.
Because it was cold outside after dinner, not many people were out like them, so they didnât meet many people, but they did bump into some.
They all greeted, and Chiang Xiao felt their gazes were a bit odd but not malicious.
It wasnât until this afternoon when Dai Gang came over and whispered a few words to her that she learned within just two or three days, three versions of rumors about her had already spread.
The first was saying that on the day she arrived, Meng Xinian closed the door and scolded her to tears.
The second said that after she came, she caught Meng Xinian with a blind date and caused a scene, making Old Yang have to step in and mediate.
The third said she was a tiger-woman, and even Tyrant Meng didnât dare raise his voice to her.