Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Treat You to Noodles Every Day Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Treat You to Noodles Every Day Walking along the narrow streets of the small town, Li Yue asked in surprise.
“Don’t you have no relatives here? When did this little sister pop up?”
After sending that person to the police station last ti, he had been busy for a while and forgot about Shen Mianmian’s matter, not having asked further.
Encountering her again this ti, and seeing He Nan still treating her so well, he couldn’t help his curiosity, as the gossip genes were pounding at every cell in his body.
“She’s from Uncle Zhao’s village,” He Nan stated succinctly.
As to why he helped her, he couldn’t really explain; perhaps it was her eyes when he first saw her, or more precisely, her gaze.
That gaze full of hope for life, the refusal to submit, the urge to break out of tough spots, the determination to survive.
It was so similar to the look in the eyes of martyrs before their sacrifice…
Li Yue: “…”
Without a single blood tie, still helping others like this?
If he didn’t know He Nan so well, he might have doubted He Nan’s motives for doing this.
…
The wheat of this era, free of hormone fertilizers and all, produced organic food; the noodles made from it tasted exceptionally good—a very generous bowl of noodles was completely devoured by Shen Mianmian.
After eating her fill, she felt especially warm, with a dense sweat breaking out on her forehead.
Lu Siyuan finished the last sip of noodle soup and boasted, “Once I’m rich, I’ll treat you to noodles every day.”
The boy had not tasted anything particularly good before; to him, this bowl of noodles was already a delicacy.
If one could eat it every day, it would be like living a life akin to that of an emperor.
Shen Mianmian’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, “Don’t do that, I hate noodles the most.”
That was no lie; in her previous life, she really did hate noodles the most, yet that was what she ended up eating the most.
Lu Siyuan glanced at Shen Mianmian’s bowl, finished to the last drop without even soup left, and snorted disdainfully.
Shen Mianmian: “…”
Her face turned a bashful red with embarrassnt.
The body she inhabited now hadn’t eaten that many noodles, so of course, she hadn’t reached the point of hating them yet.
Besides, these noodles were different from those of her previous life; to save money for Jianhua’s dical treatnt, she ate plain noodle soup.
Due to recent suspicions of being romantically involved, the two returned to school separately; Shen Mianmian sat down at her desk, and just as she opened her book, Wang Qiaohui, who sat in the second-to-last row by the wall, leaned over.
“Mianmian, wait for after school, let’s walk together,” she said.
It wasn’t convenient to bike to school together before, and after the snow, it was overcast, with the roads freezing over in the morning and evening, making it very slippery for cycling. So everyone walked to school, which was convenient to et up.
Shen Mianmian explained, “I want to eat dinner before leaving. If I go with you, it will delay your ti.”
Wang Qiaohui’s house was even farther from the school than her own, and with the early darkness, waiting for Shen Mianmian ant she would have to make her way ho in the dark.
In an era of underdeveloped networks and prevalence of bad people, it was better for a girl to get ho early.
“Eating dinner in town?” Wang Qiaohui asked, sowhat envious, as she saw dining out as a luxury, “Isn’t your family too poor to afford your schooling?”
She was sowhat skeptical about the truthfulness of Shen Mianmian’s words.
Shen Mianmian explained softly, “My dad is afraid that my mom won’t give dinner, so he left a little money to buy so buns to eat in town.”
“Your mom really treats you that poorly?”
Even though the two had been classmates from the first grade up to the ninth, they didn’t hang out together, and she hadn’t paid much attention to Shen Mianmian.
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