"Okay."
Song Enzhi understood Song Ting's intention.
At this time, giving Meng Chuyue other things might not be safe for her to keep.
Better to give her something she can keep in her mind, something she wouldn't lose.
Meng Chuyue didn't care much for the Song Family's medicine field chicken breeding method.
The ones she raised with Space Spiritual Plants tasted better.
However, it opened up an opportunity for her to make a fortune under the names "Medicinal Chicken," "Medicinal Duck," "Medicine Pig"...
She also felt the sincerity and kindness of Song Ting and Song Enzhi.
She smiled at Song Enzhi and said, "If possible, when I leave, give me some antique calligraphy and paintings, I don't want this heirloom of yours."
Song Enzhi was stunned for a moment, "Do you especially like antique calligraphy and paintings?"
"Just moderately," Meng Chuyue grinned, "Mainly because my father likes calligraphy and paintings, whereas I prefer the smell of antique money."
