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Because I was too embarrassed to face Shen Xingye, the next day I chose to order fried rice for takeout and asked Jiang Rong to help me go downstairs to pick it up.
However, when we opened the packaging, we both fell silent. Shen Xingye's new dish was an omelette rice, with a line of fried rice wrapped in egg skin and topped with my favorite ketchup. I really couldn't imagine how it could taste bad.
But the problem was that he had also included two peeled Tea Eggs inside. The smooth eggs were placed on either side of the rolled omelette rice. Shen Xingye called it "new product tasting, no charge."
Jiang Rong took a bite and remarked with high emotional intelligence, "It turns out you really are cut out for being a young master." Just then, Shen Xingye sent me a message asking how the new product was. After thinking for a while, and in the spirit of helping him improve his product, I typed back:
"The taste is okay, but what about this shape?"
"Why does it have to look like... Chasing Chasing?"
Shen Xingye replied: "..."
On the other end, there were several instances of "typing..." but no new messages came through. Since I hadn't eaten enough at lunch, I was hungry by three o'clock. Fortunately, I had fewer classes in the afternoon, and as soon as the bell rang, I rushed to Ximen Snack Street and ordered a special price for Boneless Chicken Feet.
Sour and spicy, fresh and numbing, they melted in my mouth. Perfect! But unexpectedly! Just as I was savoring them with grease dripping from my mouth, I turned around and bumped right into Shen Xingye.
He raised an eyebrow at me. Our eyes met, and I felt a guilty sense of sneaking around behind my husband’s back. Clearing my throat twice, I said, "My throat is itchy; I'm just having some Chicken Feet to scratch it."
Shen Xingye replied: "..."
Shen Xingye had just returned from restocking. On the west side of the snack street, he opened a Cold Noodle Shop. Seeing him looking dejected, I quickly finished off the last Chicken Feet and offered to help him with the opening.
Shen Xingye glanced at me and said, "Alright." But even though I said I would help, I actually didn't do much work. After wiping down the tables and chairs, Shen Xingye found me a small stool like he was comforting a child and let me sit at the door to enjoy the breeze.
"Girls don't need to work."
Saying this, he magically pulled out half a watermelon from behind him.
With a small spoon, he said, "Eat up."
I looked down.
It was seedless and had a grainy texture; taking a bite, the sweetness danced around my tongue.
So, I held onto the watermelon the entire time while watching Shen Xingye move tables and chairs, set the dishes, and sweep the floor.
He truly lived up to being the Campus Heartthrob.
Even in an old tank top while changing the gas canister, he still looked so handsome.
I couldn't help but steal a few more glances, only to realize he had a pair of exceptionally standard grape-like eyes.
His eyelashes were thick and long, and his gaze was clear and bright, sparkling like gemstones.
"Am I good-looking?" Shen Xingye had somehow sat down across from me, smiling as he looked at me.
I was taken aback; it dawned on me that I had been staring at him too intently just now.
As I was about to apologize but didn't want to be insincere, I nodded and said, "You are good-looking."
Shen Xingye didn't expect my straightforwardness; he paused, and his face suddenly turned red.
Ah, why did it feel a bit like a pure-hearted puppy?
I immediately felt playful and wanted to tease him with compliments.
"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as beautiful as diamonds?"
"Your legs are so long; they're longer than my life."
"Your skin is so nice; what did you eat growing up?"
Shen Xingye's expression shifted from shy to flustered, then to helplessness.
Finally, he grabbed my hand and leaned in suddenly: "If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to resist kissing you."
He was too close.
I felt my heart thump heavily.
A bit nervous, and also... excited?
Just then, several tall guys averaging 188 cm walked in through the front door.
I hurriedly pulled my hand away from Shen Xingye's and stood properly behind him.
"I really can't believe it, Brother Ye; weren't you supposed to open a Cold Noodle Shop? Why did you send a message saying you're selling Chicken Feet now?"
"Exactly! We brought the equipment for you."
"What's going on? Is that Greedy Girl no longer into cold noodles?"
As they set down the equipment, someone suddenly asked, "Which Greedy Girl?"
"The one our Brother Ye has been searching for everywhere."
"Ah, still haven't caught up? You're about to make Brother Ye's fish bite, aren't you?"
True Gluttonous Girl: "?"
"Did you open the Cold Noodle Shop because of me?"
I asked Shen Xingye.
He shot a glare at those people, his cheeks flushing with a suspicious red: "No."
"Egg Fried Rice isn't profitable."
I sighed in relief; he finally realized that there was no future in the Egg Fried Rice business!
That's something to celebrate.
One of the guys finally noticed me and clicked his tongue:
"Damn, could this be the Greedy Girl that Brother Ye likes?"
A water bottle flew over from Shen Xingye's direction.
The person next to him nudged him.
They exchanged glances, seemingly understanding something.
"Oh, oh, oh right, right, right. Everyone knows Brother Ye makes that Egg Fried Rice; even acquaintances can't eat it, so he definitely won't make any money."
"Exactly, how could someone so aloof like him open a shop just for a girl?"
"Right, Shen Xingye definitely doesn't like that Greedy Girl."
"We have things to do, so we'll leave you two alone."
I wanted to say they misunderstood; Shen Xingye just had an overly strong possessiveness over me as a regular customer.
But a group of people rushed in and then rushed out without hearing my explanation.
Shen Xingye turned to look at me: "What they said, you..."
"I understand," I interrupted him.
"You understand?"
I nodded generously:
"You don't have to care about what others say about your Egg Fried Rice being bad; life isn't just one path. If it doesn't work out, switch tracks, and maybe soon you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel."
"Actually, I admire you. Your family went bankrupt, yet you didn't give up; instead, you actively opened a shop to support your family. Compared to you, I feel ashamed."
Shen Xingye seemed puzzled: "My family... went bankrupt?"
Oh no, my big mouth must have touched on his sore spot.
I quickly tried to recover and encourage him: "Bankruptcy isn't a big deal; my family went bankrupt too. But we have hands and feet; as long as we're willing to work hard, we won't live poorly!"
Shen Xingye looked at me and suddenly smiled after a moment: "Oh."
Before leaving, Shen Xingye mentioned he would open a new shop selling Chicken Feet next week.
As a loyal customer, he invited me to the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Naturally, I felt obliged to attend and asked him where it would be held. Shen Xingye scratched his head and said, "I haven't decided yet." Ah, so you really are making a last-minute decision to open it.
I was half-convinced, but sure enough, the following weekend, Shen Xingye actually opened the store. I stared at the sizable storefront in disbelief and asked, "Where did you get the money to open so many stores?" My dad struggled hard to make a comeback.
Shen Xingye opened the door and said, "Come on in." I guessed he must have borrowed money but felt embarrassed to admit it. I pursed my lips and followed him inside.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, a scornful laugh came from outside: "Oh, isn't that the Bankrupt Young Master?"
Oh my goodness. If I am guilty, you can choke me with Boneless Chicken Feet. But you can't let me run into Qin Heng everywhere I go.
He glanced at the new store sign and then at Shen Xingye with a malicious look in his eyes: "Opened a new store?"
"Don't tell me you borrowed money to do this; if you can't pay it back later, Yuyu will have to share the debt with you." He then turned to me: "Yuyu, what's so good about this poor guy?"
"I have money now; I have the capital to love you again."
"Why don't you just come back to me instead?"
I was really disgusted. "Are you saying you'll support me by being a kept man?"
Caught off guard by my public accusation, Qin Heng's face flushed. "Why do you speak so harshly?"
"I haven't even said anything harsher yet!"
I can't stand seeing dirty people slander those with good character. I pointed at Qin Heng: "So what if Shen Xingye is poor? At least he's striving hard for success, unlike you who only takes crooked paths."
"Is living off others sweet? Is kissing a rich woman who weighs 200 pounds more enjoyable than being with me, the Campus Heartthrob who loves Egg Fried Rice?"
"You’re so poor that you make me pay for your milk tea, yet I don’t see you feeling ashamed enough to commit suicide."
"You, right now, immediately apologize to Shen Xingye!"
Qin Heng was left speechless by my retort, his mouth hanging open for a long time without uttering a word.
Finally, in a fit of rage, he pointed at Shen Xingye and said, "What is he? Why should I apologize to him?"
"Does he really think he’s still the high and mighty prince?"
"You!" I rolled up my sleeves, ready to give him a little shock with my belt dipped in iodine.
Just then, a luxury car suddenly stopped at the entrance, and a man in a suit stepped out.
Behind him was a truck that, once parked, had seven or eight workers neatly arrange dozens of flower baskets.
Upon seeing Shen Xingye, the suited man’s cold expression instantly transformed into a flattering smile as he bowed and said, "Mr. Shen, you didn’t let us know you were opening a store here; we could have helped you choose the best location."
"This is a flower basket from our boss to wish you great success in your opening."
"And we also send our regards to your father."
Shen Xingye replied with a faint "Mm," and said, "Thank you."
Borrowing money to open a store and making such a grand display.
I underestimated him; he played me well.
But this tactic was effective.
Qin Heng was clearly intimidated and muttered, "What’s going on? Didn’t your family go bankrupt?"
Shen Xingye didn’t even acknowledge him.
With a cold laugh, he took my hand and walked into the store, saying, "How strange."
"Where is that dog barking?"
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