In this place where every household can easily produce natural wild mountain honey, it's surprisingly cut off from the world, with no one paying attention.
Jiang Lai pulled out fifty yuan from his pocket.
"Here, do you still have honey at your house? I'd like to buy some."
The old man waved his hand repeatedly.
"Don't give me money, don't give me money."
"But I want to buy some honey."
"We have plenty at home. If you want some, I'll just give it to you; there's no need for money."
After saying this, he went inside and slowly came out with a jar of honey.
The jar was one of those candy jars from over a decade ago, looking quite vintage. Printed on the transparent jar was a chubby child holding wildflowers, looking very festive.
Jiang Lai held up the honey in the sunlight and examined it. The color was clear, the fluidity was good, and it emitted a faint floral fragrance when opened.
Unknowingly, the director had already focused the camera on Jiang Lai.
