There are exactly eight of them.
That's also why.
The two of them felt that today's delivery was particularly many and especially heavy.
"Can Brother Yun and Assistant Jin cook?" Ning Youguang weighed in on needing to share these things with friends and family. Not only couldn't she finish them, but her fridge couldn't fit them either.
"Ze Wu doesn't cook, Assistant Jin does."
"Bring him a chicken when you go to the office tomorrow," Ning Youguang said, "Give Aunt Ming two, the teacher two, Brother one, we'll keep two, that should be about right."
"Okay." Shi Wangyue had no objections.
"Also give him some aged ginseng," Ning Youguang said, "And for Brother Yun, you all work hard, let them brew some tea to replenish their energy."
Then she took out two bags of red ginseng slices, "Take these two bags to the office tea room."
Shi Wangyue nodded.
Once they had divided and collected the contents of the boxes, they went upstairs together to wash the aged ginseng.
