At eleven o’clock, Jing Shu planned to get off work, but Wang Danai insisted on dragging her out to eat. Jing Shu felt quite embarrassed, considering Wang Danai had been busily running around all morning, while she had just taken a stroll.
"I brought my lunch, so I won’t join you," Jing Shu could only say.
"Co on, let’s take it over and eat together in the canteen. The lunch in the canteen is delicious, especially today’s mushroom and garlic sprout soup, topped with so green onions."
When Jing Shu heard the nu, which sounded rather insipid...
"I’ll tell you a secret about our Chairman, let’s go."
"Alright then." Gossip was in every woman’s nature, and Jing Shu was quite curious about what kind of secret it was.
Having to keep up one lie often leads to spinning several more, Jing Shu could only climb aboard the Shark Submarine and take out her own food from Jingshu’s space.
After a thought, she decided she couldn’t mistreat herself. Listening to Wang Danai’s secret would be such a waste of ti, right? Although she couldn’t bring food that was too good, it had to be enough.
So Jing Shu carried a four-tiered lunch box over, and Wang Danai blinked, "Just for lunch, do you need such a big lunch box?"
The lunch box was practically like a chest...
"I’ll share my lunch with you; I can’t eat all this by myself."
Wang Danai was overjoyed; following Jing Shu was like having a free al ticket.
Wang Danai had always thought that Jing Shu’s als were similar to theirs, not too extravagant in proportion, until... Jing Shu laid out dish after dish, filling up a table for four. Wang Danai was stunned.
"This... all for you?"
Jing Shu nodded, "Yes. I have a big appetite."
"Uh..." Wang Danai was speechless. Hadn’t she claid to eat little this morning? No, looking at this luxurious al, she clearly despises the canteen food!
Wang Danai felt the gap between them.
Jing Shu’s lunch consisted of a box of coconut sticky rice, a box of braised at, a box of crispy salt and pepper mushrooms, and a box of fried fish and chicken, plus an extra bowl of white soup sprinkled with green onions, which slled like fish soup.
Each box was cramd full, all four of them looked colorful and savory. Delicious!
The surrounding people, attracted by the fragrance, stopped and stared longingly at all the tasty food.
Wang Danai swallowed. Sohow, even her favorite mushroom and garlic sprout soup seed utterly bland. What kind of soup is this I have? *Hers* is what you call real soup!
This was the most ordinary food Jing Shu could take out from Jingshu’s space, she sighed. Indeed, I shouldn’t have eaten here. Look, it’s causing a sensation.
"It was you, right? I heard you represent Wu City’s planting... delegation?" The girl stood with hands on hips, starting off indignant in her questioning, but as she clearly saw the food on the table, she gasped.
"Yes, it’s her," Jiaojiao said proudly, but a second later, upon seeing the food on the table, she too froze, saliva nearly dribbling down.
Jing Shu was chewing on fried chicken, grease dripping down the corners of her mouth, and said, "Chairman Tie said that, not ."
The girl swallowed again, her eyes flickering as she watched Jing Shu gobble another big bite of the fragrant sticky rice. She could almost taste the sweet and sticky flavor.
Damn it, what was I going to ask! The girl’s anger morphed into a craving for the food. Even though her family never skimped on rice and even gave her a small portion of at every few days, when had she ever had such aromatic fish soup, or such crispy fried chicken!
GROWL... The girl’s stomach rumbled. Jing Shu looked up at her in surprise. "You... want so?"
The girl, her face a mixture of embarrassnt and anger, wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She burst into tears and ran off crying.
Jing Shu was baffled. ??? What happened? What’s going on?
Jiaojiao swallowed hard. "You’re done for. You made the young miss who ca this ti cry," she said before she too ran off.
Wang Danai also swallowed. "Ignore them. I’ll tell you a secret about our Chairman." Wang Danai felt she had to divert their attention, or she herself would die of craving.
Jing Shu knew the allure of food was strong, but she didn’t expect it to deflate even a fierce enemy. Was this the legendary ’making the enemy die of craving’?
Alright then. Jing Shu nodded. The price she paid to hear this secret was quite hefty. She quickly finished her fish soup. In the blink of an eye, she had devoured two dishes, much to Wang Danai’s alarm.
"Our current Chairman is a Taoist, said to be an enlightened master, who often retreats in seclusion. I’ve been here for several years and have never seen him. They say one day..."
RING! RING! RING!
Jing Shu’s cellphone started to ring. She frowned; it was from Wu You’ai. What could Wu You’ai want from at this ti?
"Hello? What’s up?"
An urgent voice ca from the other end, "Jing Shu, Jing Shu, co back quickly, Grandma Jing has fainted!"
Jing Shu’s mind exploded; she was like a cat on hot bricks. It was the second year of the apocalypse, and she had always protected her family well, never encountering such an incident, except for the ti Wu You’ai was kidnapped.
"Hold on, I’ll be right back! Don’t panic yet. What’s Grandma Jing’s complexion? Is it pale or purple? What caused it? An external factor or sothing else?"
Grandma Jing had high blood pressure and heart disease. She had been taking her dication consistently for the past two years, never missing a dose, and had also been drinking from the Spiritual Spring daily. So it shouldn’t be due to those conditions.
"Her complexion is a bit pale and her breathing seems hurried, looks like she might be lacking oxygen. She just fainted while talking to soone, and I didn’t let that person leave."
"Got it, go find a doctor first."
"But... that person said he’s a doctor."
"Then wait for to get back."
Jing Shu hung up the phone and imdiately ran back ho, not caring about anything else. Her thoughts were in turmoil. But now my only hope is the Spiritual Spring. I don’t know whether the Spring can save a life in such situations, but it shouldn’t be a big problem, should it?
Wang Danai called out from behind, "Jing Shu, your al, your al!"
"You eat it. Just tidy up my lunch box after you’re done," Jing Shu said quickly, waving her hand.
Jing Shu floored it. She managed to cover the distance, which normally took an hour, in a re ten minutes. This included a pit stop to refuel the Shark Submarine with diesel, and she almost crashed into buildings along the way.
But fortunately, she made it to the villa in ti.
All the way, Jing Shu’s mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. What could have caused Grandma Jing to suddenly faint? Could it be another illness? But Grandma Jing had been drinking from the Spiritual Spring for so long that they usually didn’t get sick when others did.
Jing Shu was familiar with the effects of the Spiritual Spring. Although Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing hadn’t beco younger, their complexions had indeed improved a lot. Moreover, Mr. Jing’s missing teeth had grown back, indicating that the Spiritual Spring had regenerative capabilities.
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