Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Is he shy?

Knowing that it was him and not some bad guy, Ying Sangrou's fear finally lessened a little.

His gaze slowly fell on the small bowl of wontons on the table.

The small wontons steamed with a fragrant aroma, with seaweed, chopped green onions, and cilantro floating on the soup. The wontons were translucent, and the meat filling inside was faintly visible.

It looks delicious.

"Eat up, don't be shy."

After greeting him, Lu Mingshi waved his hand and left without lingering any longer.

His sister told him to leave quickly after dropping him off and not to say anything unnecessary.

He really didn't understand.

What kind of words are considered nutritious?

Doesn't he have any substance in his words?

His footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Coming to her senses, Ying Sangrou bit her lip, hesitating and struggling, her soft hand touching her pocket.

The ten yuan he gave me is still there.

Finally, she mustered her courage and chased after him in small steps.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

She caught up with him at the first stone archway.

Lu Ming turned around, smiling broadly, "You don't like it, right? Okay, I'll bring it back. I love it..."

Before he could finish his plan, Ying Sangrou hurriedly stuffed something into his right hand.

"Here, I'm giving it back to you..."

Her face flushed red, showing that it took all her courage to chase after her.

After giving it to him, she didn't dare to linger and turned to run back the way she came.

Lu Ming stared blankly at the ten yuan that she had stuffed into his hand.

He recognized him.

It was the one he gave her at school.

What was originally wrinkled has now been folded neatly by her.

No, why would she give it back to him?

He gave it all to her.

Really.

Who do you think you are?

He took a few quick strides and caught up with Ying Sangrou.

"Why are you giving it back to me? I've already given it to you, so it's yours now."

He kept blocking her way, and Ying Sangrou, who was running, didn't have time to stop and bumped into his chest.

There weren't any of the beautiful scenes seen in TV dramas.

She let out a soft cry as the bones in his body struck her, causing her excruciating pain, especially the bridge of his nose, which felt as if it were about to break.

Her little face was scrunched up in pain, looking like a bitter gourd.

"You're so stupid! There's no dog chasing you, why are you running?"

Lu Mingshi knew he had hurt her, so he lifted her chin with one hand and carefully examined her from left to right.

"Hmm, your face isn't crooked and your nose isn't broken, you still look pretty good. Seriously, you're really lucky. The person who got hit by my bones last time had to stay in the hospital for half a month to recover."

He lowered his hand and stuffed the ten yuan back into her hand.

"Keep it. What's yours is yours. Why would you give it back to me? Do I look like someone who's short of ten dollars?"

"Hey, do you want some wontons? If not, I'll take them. I really love them..."

Ying Sangrou nodded desperately, enduring the pain in her nose.

Eat and eat.

She ate.

"Oh, you don't want to, right...?"

Misunderstanding her meaning, Lu Mingshi's eyes lit up, and he wanted to go over and take the bowl of wontons back.

Ying Sangrou twisted the hem of her clothes with her two small hands, her face flushed and her voice trembling as she spoke.

"I, I'll eat..."

"All right."

The disappointment felt when the deer cried out was palpable.

"Oh, what a pity."

He walked away with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head.

Watching his figure disappear into the night, Ying Sangrou slowly withdrew her dazed gaze.

The ten yuan was burning hot in her hand.

She stood there for a while before finally moving, taking slow steps into the warm house.

She put the ten yuan into the large Mickey Mouse piggy bank.

The steam from the bowl of wontons on the table had died down a bit.

However, the aroma remains.

She walked over, scooped a spoonful of soup with the long-handled spoon on the tray, and took a small sip.

It's so delicious!

She smiled faintly.

That smile was like a flower bud blooming in the darkness...

---

there.

"Have the wontons been delivered yet?"

"I delivered it to her. She was doing her homework at the time, and I put it on her desk myself."

"Okay, then let me see your notebook."

"..."

Dead, do not disturb.

……

The next day, Saturday, was a good day to set up a stall.

It was almost noon.

"younger brother."

"sister."

The Lu siblings exchanged a glance.

"Let's set up our stall."

After a cheer, the two left the Ying family home.

Before leaving the Ying family, Lu Luozhi specifically told Lao Ye, "Lao Ye, we won't be back until very late tonight, so don't bother saving us any food."

Old Ye looked at the unusually excited siblings with some confusion.

What could make them so happy?

"Old Ye."

Not long after the siblings left, Ying Sangrou also approached Lao Ye, calling his name softly.

"Yes, Third Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ying Sangrou was dressed simply, with an inconspicuous canvas bag slung over one shoulder, looking like she was about to go out.

"I'd like to go to the bookstore to buy some extracurricular books. Could you please arrange for a driver to take me there?"

"OK."

Ten minutes later.

A low-key black luxury car drove out of the Ying family's garage.

Old Ye watched the vehicle gradually drive away.

Would it be alright to let the Third Miss go out alone?

She's so timid.

He wanted to arrange for someone to follow her, but the Third Miss refused, saying she didn't want to be so conspicuous.

A vague sense of unease began to rise in Lao Ye's heart.