The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"Uncle, one bowl of wontons, and I'd like an extra empty bowl."

"Why don't you order two bowls?" Qingjun patted Alang's fluffy head, his clear eyes revealing an innocent look.

"I'm not very hungry." Jiang Zhiyang took all the copper coins Jiang Shuo gave him and then took out a few new ones from the purse in his pocket.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir."

The wontons were served, and the steaming hot liquid carrying the fresh aroma of pork wafted over, dispelling the winter chill and the clutter in my mind. Qingjun hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and had been eating nothing but steamed buns and pickled vegetables all day long, making him even thinner than when he didn't eat or drink in the Divine Realm.

Jiang Zhiyang took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up two wontons from the rim of the bowl, and pushed the large bowl over.

The steam instantly blurred her vision, and she couldn't see Jiang Zhiyang clearly anymore, until those hands handed her a spoon, the steam dissipated, and his eyes were revealed.

It was so sudden that Jiang Zhiyang didn't even have time to dodge. His grievances and self-pity were all exposed to Qing Jun at once. His heart stopped for a second, and then started beating wildly with shame.

"Eat quickly, this meal is on me." He hurriedly looked away, lowered his head, and scooped a round wonton into Qingjun's mouth with a spoon.

"Hot!" The heat between his lips and tongue surged wildly, and his relaxed brows and eyes instantly became wrinkled.

"Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out!" Jiang Zhiyang hurriedly got up, not caring about anything else, and just stretched out his hands to catch it, exhaling as he put his mouth close to it.

The smooth and chewy wontons burst open in your mouth, and the delicious juice flows down your tongue into your esophagus, spreading a warm feeling throughout your body.

"I ate it all." My head was still spinning from the delicious aftertaste, feeling dizzy.

Her round eyes were glazed over, her pink lips looked even redder and more moist from the hot soup, and in the hazy mist, a blush of cold rose on Qingjun's cheeks.

They are so incredibly cute.

Jiang Zhiyang's stunned expression was quite obvious. He straightened up, withdrew his empty hands, and sat up straight.

He was being far too rude. Qingjun wasn't a child of the Lok Sin Tong, nor was she a related sibling. She was an innocent young woman in the prime of her life. He shouldn't have been so close, and he even blew on her lips...

As his thoughts returned, Jiang Zhiyang noticed that the girl in front of him only showed half of her back. Puzzled, he leaned down along the table and saw her holding a few wontons in her hands, feeding them to the dog. The dog was enjoying the food and kept nudging its head against Qingjun's hands.

"Why did you feed it? Such good wontons, all wasted." Jiang Zhiyang swallowed hard as he watched Ah Lang eat. He couldn't bear to eat them himself, but this dog was shameless.

"Ah Lang looks very hungry; he's been drooling the whole time."

"It drools over everything that looks delicious, and you expect it to eat it all?" Jiang Zhiyang grabbed a cloth shoe and gave Ah Lang a good spanking.

"You eat by yourself, it has no shortage of food." Jiang Zhiyang pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Qingjun's hands again and again. He wiped the left hand, folded the side, and then wiped the right hand.

Qingjun looked at her clean hands and smiled foolishly, but she didn't listen to Jiang Zhiyang. Instead, she got up and ran to the boss.

When she returned, she was holding a bowl of freshly cooked wontons, swaying slightly in her hands. Jiang Zhiyang was afraid she would burn herself, so he quickly got up to greet her.

"Thank you, Zhiyang, for treating me to wontons. I'll treat you too."

Zhiyang... Brother? Her voice was so sweet, and as she touched Jiang Zhiyang's sensitive ear canal, it gave him goosebumps all over.

It was indeed Qingjun who invited her. Jiang Zhiyang immediately noticed that the butterfly hair ornament on her head was gone, and only the brocade hair ribbon in her braid remained on her head.

Jiang Zhiyang felt a little bad. When they first met, Qingjun was such a beautiful and lovely girl. After staying at Leshan Hall for a few days, her gorgeous clothes and precious jewelry were gone.

The meal was a mess, and Jiang Zhiyang couldn't remember what it tasted like. He only remembered that the wontons had a sour taste under the meat, which made him want to cry. As for Qingjun's bowl, most of it ended up in a dog's stomach.

On a leisurely afternoon, Jiang Zhiyang did not take Qingjun home. The two of them, along with a dog and a donkey, strolled through the streets of Rongcheng.

This was no ordinary stroll. Qingjun noticed, and Jiang Zhiyang pulled out the booklet he had used before. He knocked on doors one by one, asking the owners for information.

Jiang Zhiyang wouldn't let Qingjun get out of the car, so she listened from a distance.

How many people are in your family? Do you know any families who haven't had children for a long time?

"Is the shop still busy? Do you need any help?"

"What are your family's circumstances like? What kind of business do you do?"

Qingjun didn't know why he was asking these questions. Did he want to take her home again? Or find her some money-making work?

All she knew was that Jiang Zhiyang had been met with a lot of cold shoulders for his presumptuous inquiries, but he wasn't angry; he just patiently wrote and drew in his notebook.

I recognized a few of them, but not Jiang Zhiyang; I recognized A Lang.

"Ah Lang! Could you be a young man from Dr. Jiang's family?"

They always start like this, then greet each other warmly, exchange a few pleasantries, and then stuff some vegetables and fruits into the car. The most valuable item is a whole piece of cured meat.

"Wolf, you're so famous!" Qingjun whispered in Wolf's ear, then couldn't help but rub its head.

Ah Lang whimpered softly twice, then rested his chin on Qing Jun's feet. Even through her shoes and socks, he could feel a soft, warm sensation.

They traveled along, stopping and starting, and Qingjun sat in the carriage, swaying slowly, gradually fading away the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

When she opened her eyes again, all she could see was a hazy twilight. Her feet were resting on the sleeping Ah Lang, and she was wearing Jiang Zhiyang's outer robe.

She lowered her head. Unlike the medicinal smell on Jiang Shuo, Jiang Zhiyang had a faint soapy scent, a pure and clean fragrance.

When Qingjun lifted the curtain, Jiang Zhiyang was in a daze. The little donkey stopped moving and they stopped in front of a house.

The gate to this house was tightly closed, and it was quiet inside. But the persimmon tree that grew taller than the courtyard wall was growing very well, with a dozen or so plump persimmons hanging on the slightly thin branches, like red lanterns on the roof during the Spring Festival.

"Want some?"

Jiang Zhiyang spoke calmly, and before Qingjun could react, he stood up and scooped up three or four of them at once.

"What are you doing!" Qingjun said in a low voice, grabbing Jiang Zhiyang's arm and telling him to stop.

He ignored Qingjun, just laughed freely, scooped up the persimmons with the hem of his clothes, sat down casually, and started peeling the persimmons.

"How could you steal someone's persimmons?"

"Didn't you want to eat it?" Jiang Zhiyang put on that rascal-like demeanor again.

"I didn't say I wanted to eat! I was just looking!"

"Hey, burdock, run! If no one sees you, it won't count as stealing." Jiang Zhiyang patted the donkey's rump in a mock manner.

"You're still the children's teacher, you..." Qingjun was a little anxious, but couldn't say anything harsh.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore," Jiang Zhiyang handed over the persimmon with half the skin peeled off, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "This is from my family."

"Yours?"

Jiang Zhiyang remained silent, waiting for Qingjun to speak again, "Then why don't you go in and see your parents?"

"My mother has passed away."

"And what about your dad?"

"I don't have a father."

The words in those sentences carried a hint of hidden anger, which Qingjun noticed, and he didn't say anything more.