The tea seeds from the mountain have already been collected and are currently spread out to dry on the grounds of the factory. Qiaoqiao has wanted to pick a few seeds to try making tea oil for fun several times, but it never worked out due to her tight schedule.
At this moment, no one is working anymore. Master Jiang stirred the tea seeds around and is now holding his phone, video calling with his wife:
"... The wind was too strong today... Have you looked at the dorm room? How are you going to tidy it up... I've ordered the mattress, you prepare the curtains, ok? Alright, alright... Don't bother shipping the old table from home, it's not worth the postage..."
"When are you coming over... Our daughter isn't off school until New Year's Day, that's still one or two months away... I can't do it, I can't tidy up by myself..."
