Zhang Chen complained discontentedly, then pulled out a fist-sized jar from his sleeve and handed it to the girl on his shoulder. Zhang Tuowei took the jar, opened it absentmindedly at first, then stared in surprise at the crystal-clear contents, not recognizing what was inside: "What is this?"
"Just take a taste and you'll know, won't you? Do you think I'd poison you?" Zhang Chen retorted sharply.
In Zhang Chen's hazy memories, he remembered that Zhang Tuowei and he had eaten honey in that big house during their childhood, but so many years had passed and Zhang Tuowei was very young back then, so she had long forgotten that memory.
"So sweet! Honey, it's the honey Mr. Wang from the village talked about!" Zhang Tuowei exclaimed while sitting on Zhang Chen's shoulders, her dirty hands clutching the jar tightly, afraid it would fall. There was disbelief in her voice: "Where did you get such a good thing? You managed to get this rare item? You're really doing well now."
