Chapter 102 It's hard to imagine that Qiao Yanyu would use the idiom "a secluded orchid in a valley" to describe...

It's hard to imagine that Qiao Yanyu would use the idiom "a secluded orchid in a secluded valley" to describe a spinach, but that's the truth, that's exactly the feeling this spinach evokes.

After watching for a while, Qiao Yanyu, urged by He Zhao, put the spinach in her mouth. At that moment, the exquisite flavor of the vegetable exploded in her mouth. Needless to say, the taste of this spinach could be summed up in two words—refreshing!

Yes, it's that feeling you get after eating meat for several days and then suddenly feeling tired of it and really wanting to eat some vegetables.

It's delicious, really delicious.

Every dish on the table today tasted exceptionally delicious.

Add to that He Zhao's specialty, white rice, and the taste was truly impeccable, leaving Qiao Yanyu with absolutely no complaints. In fact, if anyone were to stand up at this moment and say there was anything wrong with He Zhao's cooking, she would probably smash their head in.

Qiao Yanyu ate a lot that evening, a full three bowls of rice. Fortunately, she usually eats quite a lot, so she didn't feel like her stomach was about to burst. However, she couldn't exercise right now, so she couldn't disappear. Qiao Yanyu said with some worry, "If I stay home and rest for a few more days, you'll definitely fatten me up."

"Sister Qiao has a great figure, I like it. She's even more curvy if she's a little chubby, I like that too."

He Zhao's sweet nothings came in droves. Ever since her successful confession, a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, and she no longer held back. She would definitely say whatever came to mind directly. This made Qiao Yanyu a little embarrassed. She wasn't quite ready to face the situation, and she couldn't help but turn her head away, only her ear tips, which weren't covered by stray hairs, were slightly red.

After dinner, He Zhao was the one who cleaned up. She washed the dishes, tidied the kitchen, and cooked the rice for her stall that night. Everything was done. Today was her last day at the stall; after today, she could rest for two days.

She had it all planned out: she would definitely take Qiao Yanyu out for a stroll in the next couple of days, then buy some snacks, and watch a movie at home tomorrow night.

Of course, kisses are a must!

He Zhao is getting really anxious because they haven't kissed yet today.

Time flew by, and it was soon time for He Zhao to go out and set up his stall. He Zhao packed his things and prepared to carry them downstairs and head out. When he reached the door, Qiao Yanyu wheeled herself to him and reminded He Zhao to be careful on the way.

But He Zhao put the rice cooker directly on the shoe cabinet next to him, and then looked at Qiao Yanyu with a wronged expression.

A question mark appeared on Qiao Yanyu's forehead. She really didn't know what was wrong with He Zhao; why had she suddenly become so aggrieved in such a short while? Then she saw He Zhao say hesitantly, "Sister Qiao, didn't Xiangxiang go out?"

She dragged out the last word, and with that affected manner, if He Zhao's regulars saw her, they would definitely all exclaim "Eek!"

Hearing her tender voice, Qiao Yanyu's cheeks flushed slightly. She wasn't used to doing such intimate things with others. But Qiao Yanyu was a treasure; although she wasn't used to it, she wouldn't refuse He Zhao's request, and readily agreed, saying, "Okay, come closer."

He Zhao was satisfied. She happily went to Qiao Yanyu's side, closed her eyes, and leaned in, pouting her lips as she waited for a kiss. But Qiao Yanyu was still a little shy and didn't kiss He Zhao directly on the lips, instead kissing her on the cheek.

He Zhao's cheeks were soft. When Qiao Yanyu kissed him, his cheeks sank in a little. When she left, his cheeks returned to normal.

After the kiss, Qiao Yanyu gave He Zhao a small push. Once He Zhao stood up straight, she pouted unhappily, "Sister Qiao is mean, why didn't you kiss me on the lips?"

"Alright, you need to go out and set up your stall now."

He Zhao could only sigh, "Then, Sister Qiao, you have to kiss me on the lips next time~" While He Zhao was saying these words, Qiao Yanyu kept imagining scenes from short dramas. Although she didn't watch short dramas, advertisements were everywhere these days, and even when you opened an app, such short dramas might pop up.

However, He Zhao is much cuter than the characters in the story.

It's no wonder Qiao Yanyu was seeing things through a filter; she genuinely felt that way.

He Zhao was reluctant to leave, but he still took the rice cooker and went out the door. Before closing the door, he kept saying to Qiao Yanyu, "Sister Qiao, you must be careful when you are home alone! Go to bed early tonight. If you accidentally drop something on the ground or break a cup, you must wait for me to come back and I will clean it up! Don't open the door to strangers at night. You are injured now and you can't fight off bad guys!"

This was the first time Qiao Yanyu had been placed in the position of a "weak" person who needed to be taken care of. She really wanted to say that even if some bad people took advantage of this time to cause her trouble, she would still make them regret it. But the feeling of being worried about made it hard for Qiao Yanyu to be ruthless, so she could only agree to everything: "Okay."

He Zhao gave instructions for a while before finally closing the door. Then he covered his face and chuckled foolishly for a moment.

Qiao Yanyu is so cute! She's both straightforward and shy. The way she kissed me just now, these two completely different emotions made her even more adorable. And it was on the cheek! It's like a little kid falling in love.

Such a pure and beautiful love is something that many people can only dream of.

He Zhao drove her electric tricycle to her stall. No customers had arrived early today; only Wang Yu was waiting for her. He Zhao pushed the stall onto the road, set it up, turned on the electric heater, and sat down with Wang Yu.

Wang Yu is a foodie. Just like yesterday, she brought something for He Zhao, but today it wasn't milk tea, but fried meat strips.

“I bought it downstairs from my apartment. I brought it with me inside my coat. It’s still a little warm. Try it.”

He Zhao didn't stand on ceremony, took the food and started eating right away. Like Wang Yu had said, the taste was alright. While she was eating, Wang Yu casually mentioned Lin Gao's execution date, set for three days later. A long time had passed since he was captured; it was time for him to leave this world, and also time for the sutured water ghost to be reincarnated.

He Zhao ate some meat strips for a while, then, without looking up, asked Wang Yu directly, "Did you tell the suture-wearing water ghost?"

"No, I haven't had a chance yet. I plan to talk to it directly when it arrives today."

He Zhao ate two more bites, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Let me speak."

Hearing this, Wang Yu paused for a moment, then sighed, "Boss, there's no need for you to be the bad guy. I guess this time it's my turn to send it to its reincarnation, so let me handle it."

"No, everything should have a beginning and an end. I've been with it all this way, so if it's going to be reincarnated, it's my turn to say so."

Having said that, Wang Yu had no reason to refuse, so she simply nodded and said "okay".

Because of this incident, He Zhao was in a low mood all night, and when the suture-line water ghost arrived, she fell into an even deeper slump. The suture-line water ghost was as cheerful as ever. Except for initially appearing bitter and resentful, like a female ghost with a heavy heart, after realizing that she had done something bad and caused He Zhao to catch a cold, she reverted to her true nature and became a cheerful and somewhat innocent girl.

In fact, its personality is very inconsistent with its experiences. Its parents favored sons over daughters, its home was in a remote mountain village, and it had to go out to work alone at a young age and encounter a perverted murderer at a young age. With this series of experiences, it seems more natural for it to become a demon. However, it still feels guilty over small things and usually appears positive and optimistic.

He Zhao didn't rush to speak. She waited until the sutured water ghost finished eating before telling it not to leave. Tonight, she hadn't even taken any money from the sutured water ghost. At first, the sutured water ghost didn't realize anything, but when He Zhao said, "I don't want your money today, take it back," it vaguely understood.

He Zhao repeated what Wang Yu had said to the sutured water ghost. The sutured water ghost was stunned for a moment, then lowered its head, its long hair obscuring its face, making it impossible to see its expression.

At this moment, no one spoke. He Zhao and Wang Yu were both waiting for the stitched-up water ghost to figure things out. But Wang Yu stared intently at the stitched-up water ghost, her hands, hidden in her coat pocket, now gloved. Wang Yu was worried that if the stitched-up water ghost couldn't accept it, it might attack them.

However, she was no longer as afraid of the sutured water ghost as she had been when she first met it, because the sutured water ghost's yin energy had weakened and it was not as powerful as it had been the first time they met.

Time ticked by, and after ten minutes, the sutured water ghost finally understood. It raised its head, its hair falling to the sides, revealing its face. It was still the same as usual, except for a few tears in the corners of its eyes. It was an unconscious act, using the water dripping from its body to pretend it was its own tears.

It may seem a bit deliberate, but it truly reflects the genuine feelings of the "stitched-up water ghost."

The sutured water ghost said, "Ah, there's nothing I can do about it. I've stolen so much time, and now it's time to say goodbye. I'm actually a little reluctant to leave you all, but there's nothing I can do; I have to be reincarnated."

Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her grip a little.

He Zhao then struck up a conversation with the sutured water ghost: "It wasn't exactly stolen, it just turned into a ghost normally and spent a period of time that was different from that of ordinary people."

"Boss, do you know any way to bribe Meng Po, the judge, or Yama to let me be reborn into a better family in my next life? I want to be the daughter of the richest man, preferably an only child, so that even if my parents aren't home, I'll still have plenty of money."

The sutured water ghost expressed his most simple and unpretentious wish, and He Zhao laughed and said, "Then you should keep the money safe and use it to bribe people later."

They chatted for a while, and then He Zhao suddenly wondered, "But does a place like the underworld exist? Are there mythical figures like Meng Po?"

The water ghosts, unaware of the stitches, turned to look at Wang Yu. Wang Yu was stunned. It took her a moment to process their words, then her eyes widened: "You're asking me?! Do I look like I've been to the underworld? How could I possibly know this?!"

The sutured water ghost sighed: "You really are useless."