Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 259: The Doomed Cannon Fodder Woman (Part 28)

Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 259: The Doomed Cannon Fodder Woman (Part 28)

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Chapter 259: Chapter 259: The Doomed Cannon Fodder Woman (Part 28)

"If you like eating it, come to my house after work this afternoon and take some. I have a big jar, all made before, and I can’t finish it myself. You can also take some to your grandparents and aunt."

Yun Xiaohu grinned, nodding repeatedly, "Sister Yuan Chun, you’re so nice."

Yuan Chun laughed, "It’s only at times like this that you call me sister."

Yun Xiaohu sheepishly said, "You’re not that much older than me. You even look younger than Xiao Lei; you could be my sister instead."

Yuan Chun rolled her eyes, "From now on, you must call me sister. I’m telling you, your sister can make lots of delicious food. If you don’t call me sister, you won’t get to eat it."

"Yuan Chun, don’t push your luck."

"Want to try me?"

Yun Xiaohu wouldn’t dare risk it; what if Yuan Chun makes something tasty in the future and doesn’t share it with him?

Yun Xiaoqian pointed at the pickled mustard tuber, asking, "Yuan Chun, did you make this dish? I like it."

He doesn’t like sweet things, so he didn’t eat much spicy cabbage but did eat a lot of pickled mustard tuber, which was sour and spicy, very tasty.

"No, this is called pickled mustard tuber, and I bought it at the department store."

The original owner lived in East Province, which doesn’t produce pickled mustard tuber. People here haven’t seen fresh pickled mustard tuber before; it’s a dish from Sichuan Province, so she didn’t dare lie about it.

One mention and she’d be found out.

Yun Xiaoqian felt a bit disappointed, "This pickled mustard tuber tastes better than the spicy cabbage."

"I’ve bought quite a lot. You can come to my house with Xiao Hu in the afternoon, and I’ll pack a couple of jars for you."

Looks like she needs to get more empty jars. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She didn’t have many left in her space.

At this moment, Yang Ying walked over to them, smiling, "Sun, the cafeteria has no empty seats. Can you move in a bit to let me squeeze in?"

Yuan Chun looked up, smiling insincerely, "Mr. Yang, I’m really sorry, but as a pregnant woman, I can’t squeeze. You should ask someone else."

"But... there’s still some space next to you. Just squeeze a little..."

"Mr. Yang, squeezing a regular girl is one thing, but look at your bulk. I’m worried you might crush the baby in my belly."

Yang Ying stomped her foot in anger.

She pouted, looking at Yun Xiaoqian, "Brother Xiao Qian..."

"Mr. Yang, I don’t have a sister as big as you. If I remember correctly, you should be two years older than me," Yun Xiaoqian said coldly, dismissively. "Mr. Yang, we aren’t familiar with each other, so please call me Comrade Yun Xiaoqian in the future."

"Comrade Yun Xiaoqian, we’re all colleagues. We need to unite and be friendly to develop the food factory better. How can you favor one over the other, being so kind to Sun but so harsh to me?" Yang Ying glared at Yuan Chun, feeling that Yuan Chun was hogging Yun Xiaoqian’s attention; otherwise, Yun Xiaoqian wouldn’t be so blind to her.

This vixen, even abandoned by a man, still captivates others, making Yun Xiaoqian icy towards other women, showing none of the warmth he does when facing this little seductress.

Yuan Chun stopped Yun Xiaoqian from speaking, sarcastically confronting Yang Ying, "Yang Ying, if a pig kept pestering you, would you smile at it?"

"You... are you calling me a pig?"

"Aren’t you? If you weren’t a pig, how could you not understand human language? Brother Xiao Qian has rejected you many times, yet you pretend not to hear and keep pestering him. I want to ask you, Yang Ying, where do you get the confidence to think you deserve Brother Xiao Qian?"

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