Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 797 - 610: The Duck Feet of an Elementary School Student (2)

"Imagine this, for the three of us to eat a midnight snack, it costs at least thirty yuan. But if you make it, it's only ten."

Qianqian said, "No need for you to act like me; this principle of being thrifty is ingrained in my bones."

"I think you've turned into a rice cake spirit." Jiang Nian couldn't be bothered with her, turned his head to look at Song Xiyun, and asked,

"Are you feeling better?"

"Bette...better now." Song Xiyun didn't expect him to suddenly ask her, and she seemed a bit flustered.

"Completely better?" he asked in confusion.

Song Xiyun: "Much better."

The night wind brushed her face, and she still wasn't fully recovered from her cold. With a gust of wind, she couldn't help but cough a few times into her sleeve.

Probably feeling embarrassed, she suppressed the sound of her coughing.

Jiang Nian glanced down her sleeve; Song Xiyun stood beside Qianqian, her figure somewhat frail.

Like a candle in the wind, flickering on and off.

"Let's go."

"Are you treating us?" Qianqian linked arms with Xiao Song, saying happily, "Or, use your gaming budget from last time."

"Whatever works." Jiang Nian said.

Song Xiyun, following along, lowered her head, recalling Jiang Nian's final look. It was hard to say why, but it felt a bit strange.

The person you care about, you always pay special attention to.

Even if it's just a glance or an expression. These aren't transferred by will but are subconscious behaviors.

Suddenly feeling somewhat hot-faced, she realized she was focusing too much on Jiang Nian. It wasn't a good sign.

So, from the moment of eating the midnight snack till the way home,

Song Xiyun intentionally adjusted her gaze, completely separating Jiang Nian from her view. It worked somewhat, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The skewers weren't fresh, and they cost too much."

"It's so late; there was no other choice."

Jiang Nian and Qianqian were still discussing the barbecue they just ate, while Song Xiyun sipped a bowl of porridge.

"Sixty yuan in total, equivalent to our three days' living expenses."

"Indeed, three yuan can buy a big bundle of leeks."

"And those potato slices, over a yuan per pound. The owner's pricing is outrageous; potatoes sold by weight that day."

Actually, they weren't short of money, but when faced with outrageously priced barbecue, they couldn't help calculating for fun.

Chatting on and on made them feel like they were getting their money's worth.

Jiang Nian had always been used to being thrifty, but Qianqian was frugal even though she had money. They were rare in this regard, being on the same wavelength.

In the past, when he lived on three hundred yuan a month, he was fine too.

As for who hit the jackpot, it didn't matter.

Back home.

Jiang Nian habitually stayed at Qianqian's place for a while; smelling of barbecue, Qianqian went to shower first.

Song Xiyun, as if naturally, went to the kitchen to wash some fruit. Alone with Jiang Nian in the living room, she felt slightly awkward.

Just as she was about to return to her room, she heard Jiang Nian asking.

"Did you measure your temperature today?"

"No."

"Measure it later; the thermometer is in the second drawer of the TV cabinet."

"I took it back to my room last night."

Jiang Nian didn't speak again, but she couldn't get up directly either. The living room was quiet, and she could even hear her own breathing.

Somewhat short, one after another.

The window on the balcony wasn't closed, cold air blew in, making the curtains rustle, accentuating the silence.

Song Xiyun's fingers drooped on the sofa, subconsciously drawing circles.

She found that usually, she was quite talkative in front of Qianqian, but when it came to Jiang Nian, she seemed to stumble over her words.

Her thoughts slightly empty, the after-effect of the cold began to weigh on her again.

For a long time, Song Xiyun couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere. Finally, she took the initiative to speak, her throat a bit hoarse from the cold.

"Then I'll go back to my room."

"Mhm."

Song Xiyun stood up, swayed a little. Her head felt dizzy, partly due to the cold, and partly for...

She tried not to overthink, just assuming Jiang Nian was acting out of concern for a friend, or simply being kind-hearted.

Some boundaries are hard to cross, with no benefits to gain.

But still, it's hard for people to give up easily. The heart is like dry grass, a little stray spark won't burn it out, but the spring breeze will make it grow again.

....

The next day.

Jiang Nian suddenly felt like eating the vegetable rolls from the North Gate, something he tried once before with Chen Yunyun, and they tasted pretty good.

The West Gate had them too, but they didn't match up to the stall at the North Gate.

Zhen Nan's vegetable rolls are made with a thick piece of dough. Wrapped in shredded potatoes or roasted eggplant, folded into a palm-sized square.

Before opening, the owner stacks them neatly, covering them with a thick cloth to keep warm, and rides a tricycle to the North Gate.

When students come to buy, they are topped with a thick layer of oil or spicy sauce.

Jiang Nian made his way to the North Gate, stood in front of the steam-covered stall cart, and glanced at the high stack of vegetable rolls.

"How much are they?"

"Two yuan for shredded potatoes, three for eggplant," the lady boss said, wielding a brush. "How many do you want? Spicy sauce?"

"One of each, with spice."

"Alright."

Jiang Nian, with interest, watched the lady boss brush the spicy sauce. Hearing footsteps behind, he turned his head to look.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Haifei came in a hurry, just recognizing his back.

"Morn..."

"Oh, morning." Jiang Nian reached into his pocket, pulled out a five-yuan note, handed it to the lady boss, and took the vegetable rolls.

Once Zhou Haifei finished buying, she too carried a bag of shredded potatos vegetable roll.

Seeing Jiang Nian glancing her over, she stammered.

"... I don't eat this often."

"Don't be so tense, I'm not checking up on you," Jiang Nian laughed. "Did you get your volunteer wages?"

"I got it." Zhou Haifei nodded.

They walked together into the North Gate, following the internal path. Through the dormitory complex, they were veiled in morning light.

"Teacher Lan Lan is a good person." She turned her head to say.

"Indeed."

"You too..."

"Stop it, I'm not a good person." Jiang Nian pointed at her, thinking to himself, thankfully he dodged getting a good person card.

"Well, anyway, thank you." Zhou Haifei said sincerely, "I really wouldn't know what to do without you."

"There's always a way," he said.

"Yes."

Zhou Haifei nodded, though without Jiang Nian, she'd still find a way, just with more hassle.

For instance, her family might threaten to report her missing to get her home.

But after Jiang Nian introduced her to Lan Lan, she had a reason to stay, claiming to work while studying.

Once her family heard she was earning money, they stopped interfering.

Yet, she didn't expect that what was supposed to be a volunteer activity, where she did practically nothing, actually paid her.

Lan Lan is a good person, and so is Jiang Nian.

It seemed as if since meeting him, her fortune had turned around.

Fourth floor, class three.

"Morning, Fangfang." Jiang Nian directly reached out and touched her forehead, "Your forehead's burning."

"Ah!" Huang Fang looked up, speechless, "Your hand's like an ice block, it's no wonder I don't feel hot."

"It's because I care about you." Jiang Nian reached for his thermos.

"Thanks, but no need." Huang Fang forced a smile, "The best care you can give me is to leave me alone."

"I don't understand," he said.

Huang Fang: "...."

After a while, people gradually filled the class.

Zhang Ningzhi entered the classroom, wearing a scarf and hat. She glanced at Jiang Nian, then rolled her eyes.

"Hmph."

"Big star, still holding grudges?" Jiang Nian waved at her, "Hello, hello, got anything to drink?"

"No, not for you!" Zhang Ningzhi lightly hit him, "Move, I need to get to my seat!"

Jiang Nian shifted slightly to the side, pinched her leg as she slid to her seat, and got another whack for it.

"Ow~~!!"

"Stop faking it!!"

On the other side of the classroom, Wang Yuhe sat by the window. She looked at the fog on the glass and blew out a puff of white air.

She swayed left, then right, cupping her cheeks, she mimicked the sound of a little train.

"Woo...woo....woo."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Nian was about to look for Chen Yunyun, then saw her, "Frozen silly this morning?"

Wang Yuhe glanced at him, "I'm enjoying the morning."

"Alright, enjoy away." Jiang Nian leaned over to check the drawer under her desk, "Remember to bring duck feet next time."

"I won't, I'll eat secretly, it'll bug you to death." Wang Yuhe said calmly, she'd already checked.

Eating three duck feet a day, her cheeks wouldn't swell up at all.