Leaving the general store, Zhao Jun carried the pastries and made his way to Zhang Yuanmin's house. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, Zhang Yuanmin ran out of the house to greet him.
"Brother, you brought it!" Zhang Yuanmin said as he jogged up to Zhao Jun. But when he got a clear look at the Butter Paper package in Zhao Jun's hand, he froze.
Zhao Jun realized what was happening. 'He wasn't running out to greet me, but to get the comic books.'
But earlier at home, he had been so preoccupied with what Li Ruhai had said about Wang the Second's wife that he had completely forgotten about the comic books.
"Ah, brother," Zhao Jun said to Zhang Yuanmin with a grin. "I forgot the books. I'll bring them over for you tomorrow morning."
"Well… alright, then." Zhang Yuanmin was a little disappointed, but he couldn't ask Zhao Jun to go back for them, so he led him into the house.
As soon as they entered, they saw a large pot steaming, its fragrant aroma filling the room.
