Sister, can I be a maid too?

What does that mean? How can it be so fast?

Before he could figure it out, his aunt had already sat back in the driver's seat with a smile.

Jiang Yubai didn't think much of it, walked to the open car door, and gave one last instruction:

"Be careful on the road, let me know when you arrive."

Lin Jianxia responded softly, her eyes darting around for some reason:

"Okay, I know...you're so nagging."

Goodbye, Jiang Yubai.

Looking at the spiral notebook the girl was holding up, Jiang Yubai smiled, waved, and said with a smile:

"See you tonight, and see you after the New Year!"

Lin Jianxia bit her lower lip, but finally couldn't resist looking at him and whispering:

"Goodbye, Jiang Yubai."

Before he could answer, Lin Jianxia had already pressed the button for the electric door.

As the car door slowly closed, Jiang Yubai paused for a moment, then cupped his hand to his mouth like a megaphone and shouted irritably:

"See you next year, little hedgehog."

Who is the little hedgehog?

Seeing the curious look in her aunt's eyes through the rearview mirror, Lin Jianxia's ears turned red instantly, and she tried her best to pretend that she didn't know who she was calling.

—Also, classmates are classmates, no is no, what does 'no' mean?

How about adding another "还" (huán)? "Still not yet~" would be even smoother!

Idiot! Idiot!

As the car slowly drove away, Lin Jianxia couldn't resist turning her head and peering out through the rear window.

Jiang Yubai was still standing at the entrance of the residential area, his figure appearing thin and clear in the winter sunlight, his gaze fixed on the direction of the car.

The little bit of annoyance in my heart was suddenly blown away by the wind.

Lin Jianxia pursed her lips and quietly said:

Idiot, see you next year.

........

Watching the pure black van gradually drive away until it disappeared around the street corner, Jiang Yubai slowly withdrew his gaze.

He sighed softly, a sense of melancholy creeping into his heart for some reason.

Shaking his head, a familiar aroma of charcoal wafted towards his nose.

Turning my head, I saw that the barbecue stall I frequented had already been set up, with oil sizzling and smoke rising from the wire mesh.

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up, and he walked a few steps to the stall, saying:

"Auntie, could I have three skewers, please?"

He paused as soon as he finished speaking, then changed his words, "Uh... just a skewer of chicken wings and a skewer of mushrooms will do."

The auntie at the barbecue stall looked up at him, then glanced at the intersection where the car had just left, a gentle smile appearing on her face:

"Did those two little girls go home?"

"Yes, I'm going back home for the New Year." Jiang Yubai nodded. "I'll be leaving in a couple of days too."

He paused for a moment, then casually asked:

"Auntie, when are you going back?"

"I'm not going back."

The auntie flipped the skewers and shook her head:

My husband passed away early. My daughter married far away; she came back last year, but said she won't be coming back this year.

“My son messaged me a few days ago saying he’s busy at work and can’t come back.”

Her tone was flat, revealing little disappointment, only a faint sense of melancholy:

“It’s pointless for me to go back alone. I can’t afford to spend the money they send back, so I might as well set up a stall here to make things more lively.”

Jiang Yubai gave a soft "oh," unsure of what to say next.

The auntie had already deftly packed the skewers into a plastic bag and handed it over.

"Hey, these are all spicy, just like always."

Jiang Yubai stared at the three skewers of chicken wings, momentarily stunned:

"Auntie... I only ordered one skewer..."

"I know, I know," the aunt waved her hand, her smile warm in the glow of the charcoal fire. "Two more skewers are on me. And thank you, and that little girl who always comes with you, for patronizing my business so often."

Jiang Yubai squeezed the warm paper bag, and without further hesitation, said softly:

"Well... Auntie, Happy New Year!"

“Yes,” the aunt replied with a smile, “Happy New Year.”

Chapter 165 Jiang Yubai! Is Wanwan my Wanwan or your Wanwan?

On the bustling street, a pure black minivan smoothly merged into the traffic and slowly came to a stop at the red light.

The driver glanced at the back seats through the rearview mirror and introduced the situation in a gentle voice:

"If the seat is uncomfortable, you can adjust it. The button on the armrest can adjust the backrest and lumbar support."

"The air conditioning temperature can be adjusted separately, and there is also a switch for seat massage next to it."

"If you get thirsty, there's bottled water in the storage compartment next to you. If you get bored, you can watch TV series on the screen in front of you."

"If there's no traffic, we should be there in about an hour."

This series of words left Lin Jianxia somewhat bewildered.

Lin Jianxia hesitated for a moment before saying "Oh," her gaze sweeping over the spacious interior and the elegant beige interior.

The more I look at it, the more...something seems off.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly:

"Auntie, is this car... expensive?"

She could feel it as soon as she got in the car; the seats were just the right amount of soft, and the car was so quiet that she could hardly hear the noise outside.

The air conditioner delivers even and gentle air, and the space is so spacious that you can easily stretch your legs out; the comfort level is absolutely perfect.

Now, after listening to the aunt's detailed explanation—the independently adjustable seats, massage function, in-car entertainment system...

Even though Lin Jianxia knew nothing about cars, she vaguely felt that this car couldn't possibly be cheap.

The woman in the driver's seat slowly pressed the accelerator and chuckled softly:

"This car, it must have cost around 400,000 yuan when it was new."

Four hundred thousand?

Lin Jianxia blinked her eyes.

The number was much less than she had expected; she had originally thought it would be one or two million.

Her gaze fell again on her aunt's impeccably tailored white gloves, and she asked softly:

"So... Auntie, how much will this trip cost approximately?"

This trip?

The lady in the driver's seat was quite talkative, speaking steadily while gripping the steering wheel.

"You called a private car, so it will definitely be more expensive than a regular car."

She did a quick calculation, her tone casual:

"Given the distance and the weekend, it would probably cost around ninety yuan if you placed the order there."

"After deducting the platform's commission, I'll probably get a little over seventy yuan."

Ninety yuan?

Lin Jianxia blinked her eyes.

Contrary to expectations of several hundred yuan, it's only ninety yuan, and with coupons...

It seems Jiang Yubai really wasn't lying to her.

Hearing the price made her feel a little more at ease.

Although it's not cheap, at least it's not the kind of exorbitantly priced "sky-high" price that's out of reach.

—Hmm, I'll ask Jiang Yubai how he got a taxi later, and I'll learn from him too.

After all, given my own situation, taking a private car is definitely much better than squeezing onto a bus.

Thinking of this, she turned her head to look at her younger sister beside her.

Lin Tingwan had been unusually quiet since getting on the bus.

She sat upright in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the endless stream of cars outside the window, lost in thought.

Jiang Yubai's parting words flashed through her mind, and Lin Jianxia's heart tightened. She called out softly:

"Late night?"

Fortunately, Lin Tingwan did not fall into the self-isolation state she used to be in.

Upon hearing the call, she turned her head to look at her older sister, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Lin Jianxia breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked softly:

"How are you feeling, Wanwan? Is there anything bothering you?"

Lin Tingwan reached out and took out a notebook, wrote a line of text, and held it up in front of her.