It was the same Halal restaurant where Du Chunjiang had treated them last time.
But they were tight on time today, so they kept things simple. They didn't order any stir-fried dishes or shumai.
Zhao Jun and the others, five in total, started by ordering twenty beef pancakes and five bowls of lamb soup. When that wasn't enough, they added another six pancakes.
After eating and drinking their fill, the five of them took a vehicle to the front of the Lingnan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
Wang Meilan looked up at the sign of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, then said to Zhao Jun beside her, "Son, you three go sell the ginseng. Your aunt and I will just wander around in here."
Zhao Jun tilted his head slightly and whispered in Wang Meilan's ear, "Ma, watch your money and stuff. We'll be out in a little bit."
"It's fine." Wang Meilan lifted her chin calmly and said, "You don't need to worry about me."
