Zhai Sheng put the parcel down. "Mom, do you want to open it?" Zhai Sheng knew that the family no longer allowed Qiao Nan to touch any sharp things such as scissors or knives, so the job of opening the parcel would have to be delegated. "Does Nan Nan know that my father-in-law sent her a parcel?"
Zhai Sheng thought about how much Qiao Dongliang would have spent on this parcel. No matter how much Qiao Dongliang had spent, he would simply find a way to repay Qiao Dongliang for it in the future.
"She does." Miao Jing cut through the wrapping quickly. "He called Nan Nan a few days ago when she came back from her English exam. He did mention the parcel but I didn't expect him to send so many things. It doesn't look like pickled ginger."
Pickled ginger should be packaged in a hard container but this felt a little soft.
