On this day, Xiao Zongting finally finished the mid-year inventory work.
In the evening, Xiao Zongting, Shen Ping, and Duan Rong sat in the pavilion at Liu's House, drinking and chatting.
Duan Rong had specially gone to the shop on the street to fry a few hot dishes, and the food nearly filled the lunch box to the brim.
Then he bought a few pancakes from the beef soup shop and got a small pot of yellow wine to bring back.
In the evening courtyard, a cool breeze blew, mingling with the sounds of cicadas and crickets, creating a noisy scene…
The three of them were in the pavilion, eating and drinking together.
Shen Ping took a sip of wine, looked at Xiao Zongting, and said, "Old Xiao, if it weren't for you, I probably would have ended up dying on the street this time."
