Shen Weimin honestly didn't think he had that many things displayed out in the open. He wasn't an idiot. He knew a lot of people would be visiting for the end of the year, so he wasn't about to show off.
Take the things he bought at the market this morning, for instance. Even Xiao Si, who had been sleeping groggily at the time, was unaware that Shen Weimin had already stashed them in the basement under the east wing.
Let alone the things Changqing had added a couple of days ago. Beyond the oil and white flour, he had even transferred two-thirds of the sugar to the back storage room, a room only he had the key to.
So where did this claim from He You about him having so much stuff come from? Shen Weimin immediately asked his mother to enlighten him, worried he might be missing something that was right under his nose.
