Jiang Qiao glared at the saleswoman, speaking slowly and deliberately, but still infuriating.

"You're looking down on me, aren't you? What's wrong with a bicycle? In your eyes, it's a big deal, but in my eyes, it's just a means of transportation. I want this bicycle, give me a receipt."

The saleswoman didn't believe her and snorted, "What a big mouth you have! Do you really think bicycles are like candy? You little brat, I'm not going to argue with you."

Jiang Qiao slapped the money and tickets from his bag in front of the woman with a whoosh. "You really are a snob. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go find your boss. Surely someone will sell to me."

Remember this, this isn't your private business. You're just a sales clerk serving the people, and I'm one of them. You have to serve me well!

Jiang Qiao's actions not only startled the sales clerk, but also stunned the sales clerks around her. Of course, there were also some sharp-eyed and shrewd ones who saw that Jiang Qiao had taken out a special ticket. They quickly stood up, warmly greeted Jiang Qiao and asked her to issue the ticket, and did not forget to say a few words of comfort.

"Young comrade, don't be angry. This comrade isn't feeling well and is a bit irritable. Please don't take it personally. Here, take this ticket and go pay the money."

Jiang Qiao gave the woman a cold look. "If you're not feeling well, go see a doctor right away. It's just that I'm the only one you've run into today. Try going to someone else, and you might even lose your job."

Jiang Qiao's rebuke startled the saleswoman. She hadn't expected that such an inconspicuous child would have so much money, and those tickets weren't something ordinary people could have; they were only issued by the military, and even then, only those of a certain rank could obtain them.

Feeling uneasy, he carefully apologized to Jiang Qiao, "Um, young comrade, I'm really sorry. I accept your criticism and I promise I won't do it again. You can keep an eye on me from now on."

She hadn't gotten this job easily; her family had gone to great lengths to find it through connections. She couldn't let something like this cause her boss to have a problem with her. Many people envied her job and wished someone would quickly make room for her so that someone else could take over.

Jiang Qiao waved her hand and said, "It's fine. Just be mindful of your attitude in the future and don't offend people you shouldn't."

Jiang Qiao quickly paid and pushed the cart away. She hadn't even had a chance to eat yet. She found a restaurant and asked what meat dishes were left for the day. When she learned it was pork ribs, Jiang Qiao was delighted, as she liked to eat them.

"Give me three servings, and put the other two in my lunchbox, along with rice—"

With her father not home, she was too lazy to cook. Since there were restaurants around, she figured she might as well eat there. She decided to use as little food as possible and save it for when she needed it.

Jiang Qiao brought the food herself. That's how service is these days. If you buy something, you have to do it yourself, otherwise they won't bring it to you. But that also proves the saying, "Self-reliance leads to abundance."

She was particularly pleased to see the ribs on the plate; the portion was generous, just like people of this era—practical.

After Jiang Qiao finished eating and drinking, she didn't care what the people around her thought. She picked up her things, got on her bicycle, and rode away quickly. She put one of the lunch boxes into her spatial storage, and planned to share the other lunch box with Chunming.

This guy has protected her since they were little, and she hasn't even properly treated Chunming to a big meal yet.

Jiang Qiao stopped her bike at the school gate, checked the time, and figured Chunming should be on his way, so she waited for him at the gate.

Chunming was a little listless. Zhao Jianjun was going to a banquet at noon, leaving him alone. Besides, there wasn't much good food at home, so he drank some vegetable porridge and walked to school listlessly.

He really didn't expect Jiang Qiao to be blocking his way at the door. "Come on, let's go somewhere else."

"Joe, where did you get this bicycle? Is it new?"

Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Where could I have gotten this from? I bought it, of course. Come on, I'll bring you some food. Let's go eat over there."

Chunming was very interested in the bicycle Jiang Qiao had just bought. His family also had one, but it belonged to his father and couldn't compare to Jiang Qiao's. His father's bicycle was old and worn out. It was just a broken bicycle that his father had repaired and then ridden. Except for the bell, everything else made noise.

Even with such a confident bicycle, his father treated it like a treasure. How could Jiang Qiao not see Chunming's love for bicycles?

"Alright, hurry up and eat something."

Chunming reluctantly withdrew his gaze. "Qiao'er, Grandpa Qiao agreed to let you buy them. Did he give you the money? Where did you get the tickets?"

Jiang Qiao opened the lunchbox and handed it directly to Chunming. "Eat up. Why all the nonsense? Do you think I can buy a ticket without one? Do you think I can afford it if Grandpa doesn't give me money?"

Upon seeing the ribs in the lunchbox, Chunming didn't say a word and immediately buried his head in his food, muttering as he ate, "Qiao'er, have you eaten yet? It's so delicious."

Jiang Qiao sighed, "How could I not have eaten? You ate the whole lunchbox."

Chunming swallowed the meat in his mouth, looked up at Jiang Qiao, and said, "Qiao'er, can I keep some? I'll return the lunchbox to you tomorrow."

Jiang Qiao nodded. She didn't care what Chunming wanted to do. Since it was bought for him, he could decide how to allocate it.

Chunming grinned happily, "Qiao'er, you're so great."

Jiang Qiao raised her chin and said, "That's right, hurry up and eat before it gets cold."

Watching Chunming eat, Jiang Qiao suddenly had an idea. Why hadn't she thought of that before? She could cook it somewhere no one was around and store it in her spatial storage, so she could eat it however she wanted without anyone knowing.

Seeing that Chunming had only eaten half of his food and refused to eat any more, his little eyes couldn't hide his true feelings. Even though he wasn't full, he still decisively closed the lunchbox.

Jiang Qiao sighed and took out two more steamed buns from her pocket. "Here, there are two steamed buns left. Eat them quickly, the sooner you finish them, the sooner you can put your mind at ease."

Chunming happily took the food and ate it in big bites. He had already decided to treat Jiang Qiao well in the future. In this day and age, it was already very rare for someone to take out food, especially since Jiang Qiao always thought of him when she had something delicious.

After two classes in the afternoon, Jiang Qiao and the others were dismissed because the teacher had to grade papers, and it was also the weekend, so the students could go home early to relax.

When Jiang Qiao and the others went out, especially Chunming pushing his bicycle, they attracted a lot of attention, with envious and jealous glances. Even Chunming found Zhao Jianjun's sour words offensive.

"What are you talking about? This is a car that Qiao'er just bought today. Her grandfather often goes to the countryside. How can he manage without a car? He's so old, and he has to go out to see doctors in this freezing weather just to support Qiao'er and himself. How can he manage without a means of transportation?"

Zhao Jianjun looked at Jiang Qiao in surprise, "You bought it? Jiang Qiao, are you kidding me? Your grandfather doesn't seem to be home?"