"Your dog?" Lin Qianqing recalled the large dog that had been sent away when she returned home and shuddered a little at the servants' descriptions. "If you like it, take it with you, but if it's going on the carriage, I'm not riding with you."
Gu Youyou laughed and said, "You don't want to ride with me, so you plan to go there openly, huh? Well, we'll see."
In ancient times, gift-giving was a meticulous affair. It wasn't about how expensive the gift was.
It depended on the relationship, status, and the status of the guests invited by the other party. As a humble doctor, you couldn't overshadow the gifts presented to the esteemed guests they had invited.
Thus, preparing a gift had become a significant problem.
"Zijin, I'm preparing a congratulatory gift for Miss Du. What should I send?"
Gu Youyou figured that Jin Zijin, as a person from ancient times, would have a clearer idea than her.