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Holding the entire box in your hand, it feels neither too heavy nor too light, yet it exudes craftsmanship and luxury in every detail. Rather than a container for tea, it is more like a work of art that can be passed down through generations, perfectly complementing the preciousness of Snow Peak Cloud Bud.

"This is indeed a suitable gift for Ma Yun's father," Jiang Wenxi nodded in satisfaction.

Having settled on the gift for Mr. Ma, she began to think about the gift for Mrs. Ma.

"Since we gave Mr. Ma tea, let's choose a tonic for Mrs. Ma. It's practical and shows our thoughtfulness."

She switched to the "Nutritional Supplements" section in the online store and quickly selected a supplement called "Jade Dew Ointment".

The system introduction shows that the main ingredient of this Jade Dew Ointment is extremely demanding. It only uses the root tips of wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain at an altitude of over 3,000 meters, and the ginseng must be over 30 years old with complete and intact roots.

The root of an old ginseng plant is no bigger than a thumb, and it takes ten such old ginseng plants to make enough to make one dose of ginseng paste.

The auxiliary ingredients are even rarer, requiring snow lotus stamens nourished by meltwater from the Kunlun Mountains, spring bud honey from century-old tea trees, and extremely fine powder made from pearls ground from depths of 40 meters or more in the deep sea. Three qian of first-harvest cordyceps from Nagqu, Tibet, are also added. Even the flavoring is not ordinary cane sugar, but sea buckthorn juice, a tribute from the Western Regions, which has a sweet and refreshing taste without being greasy.

The cooking process is extremely tedious, requiring a slow simmer over a low flame for seven days and seven nights in an official kiln white porcelain stewing pot.

Someone must be present throughout the process. Stir it with an ivory spoon every half hour, using a moderate and even force. If you stir it too quickly, the paste will become mushy and lose its nutrients; if you stir it too slowly, the essence of the herbs will not be fully incorporated into the soup, affecting its efficacy.

It takes a full seven days and seven nights to simmer until the liquid in the stew pot has concentrated into an amber-colored paste. When you scoop up a spoonful, you can pull out sugar threads as thin as hair. Only then is it considered truly cooked.

The container for the ointment is also very exquisite. It is a small bottle carved from icy imperial green jadeite. The bottle is round and small, and its deep and luxurious luster flows under the sunlight.

The bottle stopper is made of Hainan rosewood, and the opening is wrapped with a thin layer of antelope horn, which can prevent moisture and keep the contents fresh.

Each time you take it, just take a tiny amount the size of a fingernail, dissolve it in warm water and swallow it. The taste is a very light ginseng aroma mixed with the sweetness of spring bud honey. After swallowing, your internal organs will feel warm.

Long-term use can make one's complexion radiant, skin as smooth as jade, and even gradually turn gray hair at the temples black. It is the most favored treasure of the inner quarters of top wealthy ladies.

This Jade Dew Elixir can only be brewed three times a year, making it extremely rare and priceless, even for ordinary wealthy families.

The accompanying gift box is a long box made of Hainan rosewood inlaid with icy imperial green jadeite. The wood color is as warm and translucent as amber, and the wood grain is as winding as flowing clouds. When you get close, you can smell the faint fragrance of rosewood that lingers for a long time.

At the very center of the box lid is a palm-sized piece of imperial green icy jadeite, skillfully carved into the shape of twin lotus blossoms. The veins of the lotus petals are distinct and lifelike. The jadeite's translucency and the carving are perfectly integrated, exuding a noble yet elegant temperament.

At the seam of the box lid is a gilded and engraved lotus scroll pattern clasp that makes a clear and pleasant sound when closed, and those who know their stuff can tell at a glance that it has an extraordinary origin.

Upon opening the wooden box, one finds a layer of Persian gold-embroidered satin, its surface embroidered with intricate orchid patterns, as soft to the touch as clouds.

The soft satin had two grooves in the center, and in one of them lay a small bottle of icy imperial green jadeite. The bottle was wrapped with a red velvet cord, and at the end of the cord hung a small Hetian jade pendant with the words "Qiong Gao" engraved on it. It was exquisite and delicate.

In another recess, there was a small ivory spoon with an intricate cloud pattern carved on the handle, which was just big enough to scoop up a spoonful of paste about the size of a fingernail.

The entire gift box exuded the elegance and craftsmanship of a wealthy family; it was less a box for storing tonics and more a priceless heirloom. Jiang Wenxi picked up the gift box and examined it for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction: "Products made by the system are indeed all treasures."

To her even greater surprise, these two precious gifts cost her less than 50 points in total, which was negligible for someone with a huge number of points.

"Giving gifts to elders is a basic courtesy, and it should be prepared with care."

Jiang Wenxi carefully put away the two gift boxes, thinking to herself, "As for the younger generation of the Ma family, there's no need to prepare special gifts for them, to avoid trouble."

Just be polite.

At 5:20 p.m. the following afternoon, a black Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost slowly drove out of the wrought iron gate in the courtyard of No. 1 Tan Palace.

Jiang Wenxi sat in the back seat, wearing a simple and elegant off-white silk dress that made her skin look even whiter. Her long hair was loosely tied up, revealing her slender neck, which was both dignified and had a touch of casual elegance.

She deliberately set off forty minutes early—after all, it was a formal family dinner invited by the other party's elders, and according to etiquette, she could only arrive early and could not be late.

The drive from No. 1 Tan Palace to No. 4 Villa, where the Ma family's old residence is located, takes about twenty minutes. Departing at this time ensures arrival just before the agreed time, a perfect timing.

The driver was still Jiang Nan, the personal driver, while the passenger was Uncle Jiang, who usually managed affairs at the villa.

This Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost was the first car Jiang Wenxi owned. Its understated luxury and unassuming aura perfectly matched her style.

The reason for bringing Uncle Jiang along was twofold: firstly, he had been staying at the villa for many years and was calm and meticulous, so he could help with some trivial matters; secondly, Uncle Jiang was introverted and low-key, and would not steal the limelight from the host family, making him the most suitable.

The car drove smoothly and arrived at the entrance of Villa No. 4 on time twenty minutes later. Jiang Nan calmly stopped the car, quickly walked around to the back seat, and respectfully opened the car door.

Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, calmly got out of the car, and as soon as she stood still, several figures walked out of the villa courtyard.

Ma Yun, dressed in a casual light gray suit, walked at the front. Upon seeing Jiang Wenxi, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face, and he quickly stepped forward to greet her.

"Wenxi, you're here so fast! You're more than ten minutes earlier than the agreed time."

Jiang Wenxi's lips curved into a faint smile, her tone gentle yet appropriate:

"Of course I felt bad keeping Mr. and Mrs. Ma waiting, so it was only right that I came ahead of time."

As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged couple behind Ma Yun hurriedly stepped forward.

The man, dressed in a dark gray custom-made suit, exuded a calm and refined air; he was Ma Yun's father, Ma Zhenghong. The woman, wearing a light pink cheongsam, with exquisite makeup and gentle demeanor, was Ma Yun's mother, Liu Wanqing.

Liu Wanqing looked at Jiang Wenxi with gentle eyes, her face full of warm smiles:

"This must be Miss Jiang! I've heard Yun'er mention you before, saying you're young and promising, and that you've helped him many times. Seeing you today, I can see you truly have an extraordinary air about you! Please, come in!"

Ma Zhenghong nodded in agreement, his tone sincere: "Miss Jiang, your presence is an honor to our humble abode. Please come in."