The wheat harvest was a great success.
So Wei Heng cooked a large pot of dough drop soup.
Shen Yue asked Gu Xi while wolfing down his food, "Did Zhou Jing come looking for you today?"
Gu Xi nodded. Wei Heng was a skilled cook. The dough drop soup looked simple, but paired with the homemade pickled radishes, it was incredibly appetizing.
"What did Zhou Jing want to talk about?" Qi Xiang looked up as well.
She always felt that Zhou Jing was a gloomy girl. 'Even her smile seems fake, like she's wearing a dozen masks.'
Gu Xi held her bowl, blew on the surface to cool it, and said slowly, "She came to persuade me to cooperate with the faction behind her..."
"Which faction?" Shen Yue looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"She didn't say, but she left a contact number." Gu Xi took out the note Zhou Jing had left and handed it to Shen Yue.
Shen Yue casually wiped his mouth and took the note. "I'll have Yang Chi look into it."
