"What's the happy occasion? You're so excited this early in the morning?" Han Yan asked, then watching Mu Nan scarf down her steamed buns in just a few bites felt a pang of pain, "Why didn't you eat at your place before coming over?"
"Wow, Brother Han Yan, don't be so stingy, alright? You're so rich now, I'm just eating a few of your buns," Mu Nan exclaimed in surprise, looking at Han Yan's pained expression. He murmured to himself with disdain. Brother Han Yan was really something—generous when giving away Elixirs, generous when sharing profits with the Chamber of Commerce, but making a fuss over a few buns as if it were a matter of life and death. It was truly, truly... absurd! "Just now, Housekeeper Sun had someone send a message, mentioning that the Chamber of Commerce's recent business has been good and suggesting we go have a look," Mu Nan quickly added.
