"Oh! Timing's perfect, bro. How about popping over? I'll share half of the chicken with you, oh, and the eggs too, half each, how does that sound?"
"If you're willing to share, I'm not stingy either. Let's eat together. Hold on."
Jiang Mingyue pretended to go back to the kitchen, then came out with a roasted pine chicken, a plate of century eggs salad, and four big steamed buns, along with a set of bowls and chopsticks.
The bowls, chopsticks, and buns were handed to An Jian.
"You're a great buddy, thanks! Oh, by the way, today we got paid, I also picked up your salary, here." As he spoke, An Jian pushed an envelope in front of her.
Jiang Mingyue was surprised, "Isn't your Southern Institute too lax? You can even pick up someone else's salary?"
