The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 62 The Delicate and Weak Little Cook × Double-Faced Hero (8)

Zhiheng came back to his senses, he quickly stepped forward, walked up to Jiang Min, and asked in a questioning tone: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Min waved his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said as a matter of course, "Set up a stall."

Zhiheng asked, "Where's Uncle Zhang?"

Jiang Min answered his question: "Uncle Zhang sold me the right to use this stall from afternoon to evening, and he will pay in the morning."

Zhiheng nodded helplessly, he was a little frustrated: "Why do you want to set up a stall here?"

Jiang Min did not hide it, and said openly: "I have no money."

Zhiheng obviously didn't believe it, "Don't you still have..."

As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed, so Zhiheng shut up in time.

Jiang Min tilted his head slightly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "After paying the medical expenses, I bought another house on South Street. Here, I bought this stroller with the last bit of money. I have no money now. It's a penny."

Zhiheng: "..."

After a long silence, Zhiheng was finally full of helplessness. He sat in front of the table and said dejectedly, "Let's have a bowl of wonton."

"That's good." Jiang Min took out a bowl of wontons and put them on the table, and smiled at him cutely: "Guest officer, please use it slowly."

Zhiheng helped the bowl down, forced himself to smile and said thank you.

Jiang Min carefully wiped his fingers with a towel, and sat in front of Zhiheng with his chin propped on one hand. She smiled lazily: "How is it? It tastes good, right?"

Zhiheng took a sip, and the taste seemed to be a bit beyond his expectation, he replied honestly: "It tastes very good, with a level."

A look of doting flashed across Jiang Min's eyes, and the next moment, she said with a smile, "Of course, my cooking is delicious, otherwise I wouldn't come out to set up a stall."

Jiang Min's words had come to this point, Zhiheng looked at the empty surroundings, the clean and tidy environment and the abundant ingredients, and there was no trace of anyone coming.

Zhiheng was amused, he held back his smile and asked, "I'm not your first guest, am I?"

Jiang Min smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

"You should be honored."

"My pleasure."

Zhiheng looked at the street where there were few people in the dark night, and couldn't help but said: "You can try to set up a stall in the afternoon tomorrow, there may be more people."

Zhiheng was firstly worried that Jiang Min would go back too late and her complete problems would not be guaranteed, and the other was worried about Jiang Min's livelihood, fearing that Jiang Min would not be able to earn money because of no customers, and would eventually be reduced to the point where she could not afford to eat. Heng didn't think that the cause of all this was the ingot of gold in his hand.

Jiang Min nodded, and accepted Zhiheng's proposal very harmoniously.

After dinner, Zhiheng took advantage of the time when Jiang Min put away the bowl and turned to clean up, went back to the pharmacy and brought out the ingot of gold.

Jiang Min turned around and saw Zhiheng walking towards her slowly holding gold wrapped in layers of handkerchiefs. Jiang Min pretended not to know what Zhiheng was holding, and turned his eyes to clean up the booth, ready to close the stall.

Zhiheng walked forward and threw the things in his hands on the table. A corner of the handkerchief fell off, and the gold inside could be clearly seen.

Jiang Min quickly stepped forward to cover the handkerchief to hide the gold, and she said, "Why are you taking this out?"

Zhiheng pushed Jin Jin in front of Jiang Min, and turned his head out of sight and out of mind: "I'll give it back to you."

Don't look at it to save his heartache.

Jiang Min didn't answer, sat in front of him and said with a slight smile, "Give me back what? It's yours."

Zhiheng turned her head to look at Jiang Min who was in front of her, she couldn't believe that she had reached this point, she hadn't been moved by Jin Jin's idea at all.

(End of this chapter)