WPG's Gift is Light but the Sentiment is Heavy, President An Isn't Interested, It's Actually a Healthy Ladybug!

At around ten in the morning.

Zhuang Xiameng finally woke up. Feeling that An Wuyang was still by her side, she could not help but smile.

"You're awake?" An Wuyang noticed that Zhuang Xiameng had woken up as well.

Zhuang Xiameng softly replied, "Mm."

"Then get ready. We'll grab something to eat first, then go to the city center to buy gifts before heading to your dad's place," An Wuyang explained.

Zhuang Xiameng answered affirmatively again, "Mm."

The two got up, washed up, and then ate at the small cafeteria of the Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base.

An Wuyang liked lamb siu mai with a bowl of freshly simmered fish soup. The flavor was unbelievably fresh!

Zhuang Xiameng chose the same meal as An Wuyang and could not help sighing, "This combination of lamb siu mai and fresh fish soup is really great!"

"I'm thinking of bringing them over to the homestay. What do you think, President An?" Zhuang Xiameng asked for An Wuyang's opinion.

An Wuyang replied, "No problem. I'll have the pastry chef write down the recipe and tips, then send them to you."

"Thank you, President An," Zhuang Xiameng said gratefully.

An Wuyang smiled and nodded.

About half an hour later, the two finished breakfast. An Shicang came in with people carrying two boxes of late-ripening Tarocco No. 8 blood oranges and took the initiative to say, "President An, the blood oranges you asked for."

"Alright." An Wuyang responded, then said to Zhuang Xiameng, "These are blood oranges grown by our family. They taste great—far better than the ordinary blood oranges on the market."

"We're going to see your dad today, so bring all these blood oranges to him," An Wuyang added.

Naturally, Zhuang Xiameng thanked him again.

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