Seeing that Su Mo was unwilling to say more, he didn't get annoyed. Instead, he approached with a grin and rummaged through his leather bag.
"Teacher, these are the longan cherries my mother asked me to bring you!" Bowen said. "And here are the small parts you asked for yesterday."
The leather bag was small, barely large enough to hold a few trinkets. Zhang Bowen first pulled out a box of large red cherries—priced at a whopping three hundred exchange points—and set it down. After fumbling around a bit more, he produced two highly compatible mechanical parts.
"Bowen, you really are thoughtful!"
