Jiang Ying, “…”
Why are you nervous? It's an autopsy, not a female mummy.
Of course, if this mental state is too beautiful, we should just think about it in our hearts and not say it out loud.
At this moment, she was thankful that it was she who could read her son's mind, not her son or anyone else. Otherwise...
"Lord Zheng, please." Jiang Ying gave the most official smile, appearing a little servile.
Fortunately, Zheng Yao was quite pleased with it. He stopped talking nonsense and took the lead to lead the way to the backyard of the government office.
Walk a few steps from the back door of the government office and out of Dingzhong Gate. There are several small houses used exclusively by the government office against the mountain. They are the charity cemetery.
Just when Jiang Ying was quite excited and could finally get down to business, for some reason, Zheng Yao suddenly turned around with a smile.
"Madam Jiang, didn't you say last time that my tea was awful? Look, I've changed it for you today. It's Lu'an Guapian. What do you think?"
Jiang Ying was stunned. He really didn't expect that Zheng Yao would be so serious and ask such an irrelevant question?
He laughed and said, "Not bad, as long as it's not bitter, I think it's a good tea."
Zheng Yao nodded. So that’s why Madam Jiang doesn’t know anything about tea.
That would be much easier. "Is it really good? That's good. To be honest with Madam Jiang, this is the favorite flavor of His Royal Highness Prince Mo."
Jiang Ying, “!”
What exactly does he want to say? Can he speak clearly like a human being?
Zheng Yao: Not really.
He was very silent afterwards, which made Jiang Ying a little uncomfortable. But when he arrived at the charity cemetery and saw the strange object on Sun Bo's waist, Jiang Ying was completely stunned!
Pointing at the bucket that fit perfectly, a perfect size, that they had gotten from nowhere, he felt both amazed and enlightened: "Master Zheng, what does this... mean?"
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