AGN -Side Story Liang Jun’s Tea Party

The tea party at Luo Jun’s house.

First, let me state this: as a rather image-conscious (at least self-proclaimed) Bi Fang, Luo Jun was usually very unwilling when Chen Huihong came over to hold tea parties every few days and even casually “borrowed” fruit from his kitchen.

But on tea party days, Luo Jun would still have Zhang Shumei prepare everything properly.

Saturday evening was the fixed tea party time.

On this day, Huihui didn’t have school. Chen Huihong would take her out during the day—to classes, to relatives’ homes, to amusement parks—exhausting all her energy. By night, the child would fall asleep early, and Chen Huihong could then head happily to Luo Jun’s home for an exciting tea party.

So from Saturday afternoon onward, preparations began.

At 2 p.m., after lunch, Luo Jun sat on the sofa watching TV.

The drama was terrible.

The plot was cliché and repetitive: the female lead dies and comes back to life again and again, reincarnating across lifetimes. In the end, she neither saved the world nor cultivated to greatness—she just fell in love with the male lead, and now it looked like she was about to suddenly power up in the finale.

While watching, Luo Jun suddenly felt his coffee table looked too empty.

Too bare.

No fruit platter, no vase, no decorations.

If Chen Huihong and Qin Huai came tonight, anyone would think he was about to go bankrupt.

“Xiao Zhang,” he called out.

Zhang Shumei hurried out from cleaning the room.

“The coffee table is too plain. Put a fruit platter there. Go buy a vase, some fake flowers, and some decorative items with matching colors.”

Zhang Shumei noted it down. “Any specific requirements for the decorations?”

“Just buy anything,” Luo Jun waved.

She went back to work.

A few minutes later, Luo Jun looked at the TV cabinet and suddenly felt it was also too empty.

“Xiao Zhang!”

“Add decorations to the TV cabinet too!”

“Alright, Mr. Luo.”

Two minutes later—

“Xiao Zhang, also the entrance hall!”

Five minutes later—

“Xiao Zhang, buy a display shelf and decorate it too!”

Ten minutes later—

“Xiao—”

Zhang Shumei’s value as a top-tier housekeeper kept rising.

Finally, at 4 p.m., it was time for shopping. Looking at the long list, she asked, “Mr. Luo, what fruit should we buy today?”

“All of them,” Luo Jun said, still watching the boring drama.

“Peaches—buy more, Huihui likes them. Last time Chen Huihong took most of them and only left me two. One stalk of sugarcane, cut into pieces. Last time Qin Huai looked like he wanted to eat it but didn’t dare.”

“Three melons. One for Chen Huihong, one for Qin Huai, one for Qu Jing. I don’t like them—too mushy.”

“Longan, buy less. Last time she didn’t even finish stealing them.”

“Apples and pears, just two each—for decoration.”

“Bananas, two bunches. I don’t understand why Qin Huai likes bananas so much.”

“Dragon fruit, buy more—I want them. Last time I only got two after they took them all.”

“And durian, is it in season? Also mangoes, buy them all.”

“Except for the ones I said to reduce, buy everything else. Cut them into platters.”

“And maybe sunflower seeds? Last time Chen Huihong took them all too.”

“We still have seeds from last time,” Zhang Shumei reminded him.

“Then that’s it. Go.”

She left to shop.

After a while, Luo Jun got bored of TV and switched to a movie he had already watched dozens of times. After that, he went back to the sofa again.

Finally, Zhang Shumei returned.

The coffee table now had a vase—he was satisfied.

Then he saw plush toys on the TV cabinet.

And educational toys in the entrance hall.

Luo Jun: “…”

Did she get sponsored by a toy store?

But he held back his anger, because Zhang Shumei was already in the kitchen preparing fruit platters.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Qin Huai and Chen Huihong arrived.

Chen Huihong came empty-handed. Qin Huai brought a bag of pastries.

Luo Jun smirked.

“Zhang Shumei, the house is missing a potted plant. Go buy one.”

And so Zhang Shumei happily went out again.

Chen Huihong immediately noticed the educational toys.

“These are cute! Where did you buy them? Huihui loves these!”

“If you’re not using them, I’ll take them back.”

Luo Jun: “…”

“Do I look like someone who plays with this?”

“You never know. When I was human in my first life, I loved toys.”

“Shut up, plant spirit.”

Meanwhile, Qin Huai was looking at the plush toys on the TV cabinet.

“I don’t like them. My sister Qin Luo does.”

“Take them,” Luo Jun said casually. “I asked her to buy decorations and she brought toys instead. Looks like a toy store clearance sale.”

Then he pretended to be annoyed—but his mouth curved slightly upward.

Chen Huihong, meanwhile, spotted the fruit platter.

“Durian! I love this!”

She went into the kitchen.

“There are three melons—take one back,” she said.

Qin Huai sat down and peeled a banana.

“Sister Hong, what are we talking about today?”

“Anything,” she said. “But did you see my Moments? I’ve got a batch of premium frozen salmon coming. Group buy in two days.”

“Also beef, chicken, lamb. Big group buy.”

“I’m planning a huge one—my fridge is empty.”

She handed Qin Huai a melon.

“Which one do you want?”

“The middle one.”

Luo Jun finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you two here to visit me or just loot my house?”

Then gossip began.

And once gossip began, it escalated quickly.

Finally, the tea party ended.

Chen Huihong left with a bag full of fruit.

Qin Huai left with fruit and plush toys.

The house became empty again.

Zhang Shumei returned right on time.

“Mr. Luo, the toys were a good purchase. Next time I’ll buy more.”

“Also—double reimbursement.”

Zhang Shumei smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Mr. Luo.”