"Come, Chief Editor Liang, have some water first," Madam Rong poured him a cup of herbal tea.
As for the longan sweet tea, she was already boiling it.
"Too kind, thank you!" Since the tea was brought right in front of him, it would be rude not to take it.
"You guys chat." Madam Rong wouldn’t get in the way of her daughter discussing business; she just walked straight out.
However, her steps were light and breezy.
The feeling of making big money was just too good.
These days, how many people could make so much money?
Chief Editor Liang was here to hasten the submission and deliver the money, and since both tasks were completed, he surely wouldn’t stay any longer, so he stood up.
"Comrade Rong Yan, then I’ll wait for your manuscript. I’ll be leaving now."
"Okay," Rong Yan didn’t even try to keep him staying.
Usually, at this time... if it were someone else, they surely would say a few polite words.
Director Liang walked out.
When Madam Rong saw him leaving, she hurried, "Chief Yang, why are you leaving so soon? Have a cup of tea before you go!"
Her longan sweet tea was still simmering in the pot.
"I won’t drink anymore, I still have things to deal with at my unit, I must be going."
Upon hearing this, Madam Rong said, "Then wait a moment. I’ll pick a watermelon for you."
He came all this way to deliver money and didn’t even drink a sip of tea; taking a watermelon with him isn’t too much, is it?
"Ah, no need..." Director Liang quickly refused.
Madam Rong didn’t give him a chance to refuse, "It’s just from our own garden. It’s not some precious commodity."
She swiftly plucked a watermelon.
Then she caught up with Director Liang and placed it directly in his hands.
"...Really, no need." Director Liang was embarrassed to take it.
"Rest assured, it’s from our own garden, it’s okay." If it were something else, Madam Rong might worry about the implications of gift-giving, she understood.
Director Liang couldn’t help but look at Rong Yan.
Rong Yan then said, "It’s just a watermelon, as you can see, it’s home-grown. Take it, give your granddaughter a sweet treat."
Madam Rong widened her eyes, "What, you have a granddaughter at your young age?"
This comment certainly pleased Director Liang.
"Old sister-in-law, I’m not young anymore, I’m forty-five, and my granddaughter is five this year."
Madam Rong: ...
To think he even has a granddaughter who is already five.
She was somewhat envious.
After all, she didn’t have a granddaughter yet.
She also longed for one.
"Then thank you!" Unable to refuse further, Director Liang had to carry the watermelon.
When he reached outside, he placed it in the front basket of his bicycle and then rode away.
Madam Rong watched him leave, then closed the door and returned to the courtyard.
"My goodness, he really looks young. I thought he was hardly over thirty! Isn’t it said that people in the literature field are all balding?"
Who on earth spread such a rumor? She was misled.
Hearing her mother’s words, Rong Yan’s mouth twitched.
"Mom, don’t believe or spread rumors. Otherwise, based on what you said, shouldn’t I be balding too? After all, I’m somewhat involved in cultural work."
Hearing her daughter say this, Madam Rong’s gaze involuntarily fell on her daughter’s head.
Imagining her daughter bald, her body shivered a few times; that image was really a bit much to bear.
"...Don’t worry, even if you went bald, you’d be a beautiful little baldy. After all, your parents gave you good looks, you don’t have to worry too much."
This statement left Rong Yan with a forehead full of black lines: ...
Is this really my mother?
"By the way, darling, what would you like to eat tonight? Mom will cook it for you." Gotta take good care of my little golden nugget.

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