Ming Chengyu: "Hahaha, isn't that just like me? To be honest, our boss sent me to find you today."
Pu Yan looked surprised. "Me? Your boss?"
'That whole sentence sounds strange, no matter how I look at it.'
'Ming Chengyu isn't short on silver, so why would he really need to work at a place like Ming's Restaurant?'
'And taking orders from a restaurant boss... No matter how you looked at it, the whole thing felt absurd.'
Ming Chengyu: "It's true." He set down the teaware. "You know our restaurant hosts these events, and we usually have reviewing teachers. With your learning and literary talent, you're more than qualified to be one."
Pu Yan grew restless as Ming Chengyu spoke.
His family didn't subscribe to the official gazette, but you could read it at Liufang Bookstore on Vermilion Bird Street.
The very evening the official gazette was published, he had gone to Liufang Bookstore to study it carefully.
