When Zhang Xinhan brought the medicine to Bai Hui's room, she found that Jin Xiaomei had already done the same thing before her. Zhang Xinhan understood that Jin Xiaomei's entire future was tied to Zhu Juntang, so naturally she was more proactive and concerned about the people and matters around Zhu Juntang. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Xinhan took the medicine back with her.
Jin Xiaomei had nothing else to do either, so she followed Zhang Xinhan out. She still had a few things she wanted to discuss with Zhang Xinhan. Overall, Zhong Qing's position was secure, and both Jin Xiaomei and Zhang Xinhan felt a certain sense of crisis, so they still had quite a few common topics.
"Look at Bai Hui's leg. Doesn't it look like a ham that's been cured for about a year?" Zhu Juntang said, patting Bai Hui's thigh.
Bai Hui was wearing a mamian skirt. This kind of skirt almost covered the ankles and was extremely conservative, its heavy fabric elegant and refined. Yet when that tightly wrapped skirt was lifted, the feeling of glimpsing something private became distinctly different—rather like the "fallen nun" photo themes popular among girls who liked taking risqué glamour shots these days.
"A ham cured for around a year hasn't fully oxidized on the surface yet and still retains the relatively raw state of pig skin, while the fat inside is slightly soft and waxy. Ham at this stage has a distinctive flavor when used for minced meat fillings and the like, but it lacks the obvious characteristics of finished ham. If you were preparing a banquet, you couldn't use this kind of ham in soups, stews, or main dishes," Liu Chang'an explained Zhu Juntang's metaphor, then said to Bai Hui, "Zhu Juntang is calling you cheap goods,