After returning home, Jiang Han gave gifts to her two mothers, and she gave Liang Cuoyu one as well.
Since the three sisters—Jiang Han, Jiang Miao, and Jiang Zhenling—had gone together, everyone else in the family received three gifts each.
Miss Liang Cuoyu was gracious enough to keep smiling, asking question after question and satisfying Jiang Han's urge to show off. Ms. Ye Keshu, on the other hand, was truly Jiang Han's biological mother—she directly made Jiang Han swallow the flower cake tofu whole on the spot. After finishing it, she even commented:
"Did you three buy these from the same shop?"
After Ms. Ye Keshu finished the tofu and went out, Comrade Jiang Xuan immediately drank all six bamboo tubes of liquor—her own share and Liang Cuoyu's. She didn't dare touch Ms. Ye's.
In her room, Jiang Han turned around and shut the door, locked it, switched on the desk lamp, and sat down before the gradually brightening desk.
She leaned forward, her slender claws lightly hooking up a corner of the thick curtain. Seeing the moonlight outside, she felt it was precisely the time when witches were at their most alert.
Placing her notebook on the desk, Jiang Han opened it and went over it again to reinforce her memory. Witches had excellent memories, but one look was not enough to remember everything completely.
"I heard there are witches who can remember anything at a glance. They often work as librarians or living search engines for archives," Jiang Han muttered softly. She opened her notes, then pulled out a sheet of blank paper from the desk drawer. Relying on her memory and a witch's sense of space and distance, she easily drew a rough map of South City, ninety-nine percent accurate.
Easy... She held back the