Chapter 22 - Absolutely stunning!

"Xinran, that fried food stall owner is a real scoundrel! He's selling this junk to fool the students. No wonder Sisi's class got sick from eating it. A skewer that costs less than five cents must have been picked up from some random corner!" Song Xinwen said angrily to Song Xinran as he turned to go home. "With his costs so low, who can compete with him?"

"If Sister Feng hadn't told me all this today, I would never have understood it!"

After hearing Song Xinwen's words, Song Xinran immediately asked, "Sister, you didn't tell anyone these things, did you?"

"Of course not!" Song Xinwen said. "I was so angry when I heard that that I rushed home to tell you."

Song Xinran gave her an approving look: "Sister, you did the right thing."

She said, "These past few days I've been thinking, the fried food stall keeps having promotions, but they can't even make back their labor costs, so why are they still all smiles?"

"Sisi told me today that some classmates had stomach aches after eating fried skewers. It seems there must be something wrong with the ingredients at their restaurant," Song Xinran said, changing the subject. "But that Sister Feng wasn't exactly up to any good either."

Song Xinwen listened to her with a serious expression and a furrowed brow.

Song Xinran slowly said, "She told you this based on mere rumors without any evidence, probably hoping you would spread the word. If everyone knows the food at the fried food stall is bad, they naturally won't buy from it, and everyone's business will come back, right? But the fried food stall owner isn't someone to be trifled with. He'll find out who spread the rumors as soon as he asks, and then he'll come after you."

Song Xinran thought to herself, "What a clever plan! It solves the problem without getting her hands dirty. If it were someone a little dumber, they would think Sister Feng is a good person."

Song Xinwen slammed his hand on the table, his face full of anger: "I knew she had bad intentions!"

“When she came to me, I found it strange. We had never spoken or interacted before, so why did she tell me these things from the bottom of her heart? She even said that it was fate that brought us together!”

Song Xinran smiled and comforted her, "Sister, you're very smart too. You told me these things before telling anyone else, so Sister Feng's plans will fall through."

Song Xinwen was a little embarrassed: "I didn't think that much about it, it just felt a bit off."

"The people in this town are so cunning, unlike the villagers..." Song Xinwen sighed. The villagers never imagined that people would be used as pawns. There were also many bad people in the village who would gossip about others behind their backs or do some immoral things themselves.

"So what do we do now?" Song Xinwen was also worried after learning the whole story, feeling that no matter what he did, it was wrong.

Song Xinran smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry. Everything requires evidence. Right now, we only suspect that the fried food stall is using bad meat, but we are not sure about the specifics."

Song Xinwen became anxious: "They couldn't possibly be running this event for so many days at a loss, there must be something they're shady up!"

Song Xinran said seriously, "But it is a very serious problem to say that the ingredients of a food stall are unsafe. We are also in the same industry."

“However… I also feel that something is wrong with their family. I’ll investigate privately.” Song Xinran has been in the catering industry for almost two lifetimes. Food safety is a very serious issue in this industry. If she is to spread this news, Song Xinran needs to make sure that the news is true and reliable.

Seeing her like this, Song Xinwen knew she had a plan: "So what can we do now?"

Song Xinran thought for a moment: "Isn't Sister Feng very eager for you to spread this news? In the next few days, when you have free time, go and talk to her more often in front of everyone, so that everyone knows that you two have a good relationship."

When the news spreads, Sister Feng will definitely be credited first.

Song Xinwen thought for a moment, understood, and immediately grinned: "Alright! Xinran, you're really smart!"

Song Xinran laughed too: "Sis, it's getting late, why don't you go take a shower and try out the water heater?"

Song Xinwen responded and glanced at the water heater a couple more times as he walked away, thinking that he could try out this 900-yuan thing tonight.

Song Xinran taught Song Xinwen how to turn on the shower, which way to turn on the hot water and which way to turn on the cold water, and how to adjust the water temperature. Just listening to her, Song Xinwen thought that although this thing was expensive, it was really convenient. However, he was still a little worried: "What if the hot water suddenly stops while I'm showering?"

"No, you can wash it without worry."

Song Xinwen entered the bathroom, recalling Xinran's words. He tentatively turned the showerhead to the left, and water immediately gushed out. He reached out and touched it; it was cold at first, but after a while, the water slowly became hot.

Song Xinwen poured the water on himself and felt a bit hot, so he twisted it to the right.

"Xinran said not to wring out too much," she muttered to herself. Sure enough, the water temperature dropped a little, and it felt just right when it was poured over her.

While applying soap, Song Xinwen turned off the water, wondering how this thing worked and how the water could be hot as soon as it was turned on. Normally, it would take at least ten minutes to boil water with gas. Would it suddenly get cold when he turned it on later?

However, when I turned it on again, the water heater was just like the first time I used it. It only took a few seconds for the water to go from cold to hot. The water at the right temperature felt warm and comfortable on my body.

Song Xinwen felt this was much better than boiling water for a bath. He didn't have to worry about the hot water being limited or the water getting cold towards the end. Now, the hot water seemed inexhaustible, and the temperature remained consistently at the set level.

After taking a shower, Song Xinwen felt warm all over. Looking back at the small water heater, his eyes were filled with surprise. This thing is so convenient!

Although it cost 900 yuan, Song Xinwen felt that the money was well spent.

Not only Song Xinwen had this thought, but Song Yu did too, though the child thought a little more: "Mom, how come the water heater heats the water up all at once?"

Song Xinran thought to herself that it was good that she had read about this in her book, and explained: "When cold water passes through a certain part of the water heater, the flame can heat it up immediately. So when you turn on the water heater, the original cold water in the pipes is gone and it becomes hot water."

Song Yu blinked: "Then it would take a really, really big fire to heat the water up quickly, wouldn't the water heater burn out?"

Song Xinran said, "No, there's a protective layer. It's like when we boil water in a pot, the pot doesn't burn out quickly."

Song Yu asked a few more questions, which Song Xinran answered simply.

The child's eyes sparkled: "Mommy is so amazing, she knows everything!"

Song Xinran chuckled softly. Song Yu then pulled out his books again. He used to have no books, but now he had three. He said happily, "I want to read more books so that I can be as capable as my mother in the future!"

Song Xinran smiled slightly, patted his head, and said with a very confident tone, "Yes, Xiao Yu will be very capable when he grows up!"

*

When setting up his stall in the afternoon, Song Xinwen followed Song Xinran's advice and went directly to Sister Feng in front of all the stall owners at the school gate, enthusiastically asking, "Sister Feng, how's business?"

Seeing Song Xinwen like this, Sister Feng felt a little uneasy. She thought that after telling Song Xinwen about the fried food stall yesterday, she had specifically inquired about it today but hadn't heard a word. Now, seeing Song Xinwen's smiling face, she smiled and replied, "Xinwen, would you like some fried potatoes?"

Before he could finish speaking, Sister Feng grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, interrupting him and whispering, "Don't talk about this."

Song Xinwen said with a serious expression, "Don't worry, Sister Feng, I didn't tell anyone!"

Sister Feng: "Huh?"

Song Xinwen laughed: "Didn't you tell me not to tell anyone? I didn't even tell my sister! But I just feel like something's stuck in my head, I can't let it go, so I came to talk to you now. After all, only the two of us know about this. Don't worry, Sister Feng, I'll keep my mouth shut!"

Looking at Song Xinwen's honest smile, Sister Feng almost broke down on the spot. That's what she said, but she actually hoped that Song Xinwen would spread the word. She usually saw that Song Xinwen liked to go to teahouses to chat and thought she must be a big mouth. Who would have thought that she was actually honest!

Sister Feng grabbed her arm and sighed in a low voice, "I'm feeling really down too. That fried food stall has been so smug these past few days. Look, they're even having a promotion today. Xinwen, I'm worried about you guys. We're far away, so it's okay, but you're right next to the fried food stall, and all your customers are being sucked away!"

“Exactly!” Song Xinwen complained, “I just don’t know how to get rid of the fried food stall.”

Sister Feng took in her angry expression and said casually, "If others knew that his family was selling bad meat, no one would buy it."

Song Xinwen said indignantly, "That's exactly what they sell!"

Seeing Song Xinwen's anger, Sister Feng thought that this time it might work, but then she heard Song Xinwen ask, "Sister Feng, do you know where the fried food stall owner lives?"

Sister Feng wanted to ask why she was asking, but then she thought that Song Xinwen was definitely looking for trouble, so she decided not to ask and pretended not to know anything: "It's on the second floor of the building next to Xingxing Barber Shop on Central Street."

Song Xinwen said, "Sister, thank you so much."

Sister Feng wanted to go back, but Song Xinwen grabbed her arm and talked to her. Song Xinwen was quite strong, so Sister Feng couldn't leave even if she wanted to. With school dismissal time approaching, Song Xinwen still wasn't going to leave, and Sister Feng started to get anxious.

One person can sell Bo Bo Chicken, but not fried potatoes. One person has to mix the potatoes and another has to collect the money.

It's unclear where Song Xinwen got so much to say, but there wasn't much substance to his words. He just kept repeating the same things over and over, making everyone tired of hearing it. Sister Feng was about to tell him to leave when Song Xinwen seemed to suddenly realize something and slapped his forehead: "School's about to let out at No. 3 Middle School. I have to hurry back. I'll come back to talk to you again after class, Sister Feng!"

Song Xinwen strode towards his stall, and Sister Feng's face immediately fell. She thought to herself, "Don't come here, I don't want to talk to her!"

Song Xinwen walked back in front of the fried food stall owner, smiling and in a good mood, and even deliberately glanced at the two of them.

Xiong Li looked at it and felt a little strange: "When did the family next door get so close to Old Feng, who sells potatoes?"

Even from a distance, they went to talk to Lao Feng, and when they came back, they glared at them. Could it be that they said something bad about them?

Yang Changhai said, "They definitely have ill intentions; the two of them are working together to do something bad!"

Xiong Li rolled his eyes, still unable to understand how these two people with such different personalities could be together.

"We need to be careful; Old Feng is a sly one," she said.

Yang Changhai nodded: "My wife is right!"

Song Xinwen returned with a big smile, and Song Xinran immediately approached her and whispered, "Sister, your acting is impeccable. I thought you two were close."

Song Xinwen was overjoyed: "She approached me like this last night, acting like we were destined to be together, but today she's completely changed her tune."

She truly saw through Sister Feng's true colors.

As the two were talking, the school bell rang. As usual, they had been busy for more than an hour, and only one-third of the last pot of Bo Bo Chicken remained in the three earthenware pots.

"Your business is doing quite well," a man's voice rang out.

Upon closer inspection, Song Xinran saw a man standing in front of the stall wearing a dark blue cotton-padded jacket. He had short hair, looked to be in his forties, and was slightly overweight, but seemed to be in good spirits.

Song Xinran said, "Do you want to buy anything? Feel free to look around."

The man said, "This is the first time I've ever seen someone selling 'Bo Bo Chicken' in town. Your idea is quite novel; no wonder your business is so good..."

The man spoke casually, not like he was there to buy something, but rather like he was there specifically to chat.

Song Xinran didn't want to talk much, but she didn't want to ask the guest to leave directly, so she remained silent.

The man didn't seem to care. He glanced at the three earthenware bowls absentmindedly, but his expression changed instantly, going from indifference to intense stare in just one second.

"How much is your pot-boiled chicken? Give me a few skewers!" His tone became much more excited.

The man's eyes practically lit up as he stared at the contents of the earthenware pot. Look at that glistening red oil and clear broth! The ingredients had been soaking for so long, yet their color was surprisingly fresh; he knew at a glance that this was something special!

He hurriedly took money out of his pocket with one hand and handed it out, while with the other hand he picked out a lot of skewers from the plate.

Song Xinran was a little stunned when she saw the hundred-yuan note handed to her. This was the first time she had received a hundred-yuan note in all the time she had been running her stall! Luckily, she had plenty of change and gave the other person 94.6 yuan back. Suddenly, she felt much more comfortable with the other person.

The man casually stuffed the money into his pocket, picked up a string of tofu puffs, and eagerly put them into his mouth.

The moment the food entered his mouth, the man's body froze.

The tofu had been soaking for hours, absorbing all the broth. When you roll it in your mouth and bite into it, the broth bursts out, releasing the spicy aroma of chili oil, the numbing fragrance of pepper oil, and the crunchy aroma of sesame seeds... All the seasonings are mixed perfectly, without being too complicated or too bland. The delicious broth goes down your throat, leaving a subtle sweet aftertaste in your mouth.

The man quickly picked up a string of chicken hearts and hurriedly put them into his mouth.

The chicken hearts soaked in chili oil look so delicious that they make your mouth water. They are plump, coated with a layer of clear broth, and the texture is slightly contracted, which shows that they are very fresh.

With a bite, the meat is firm and chewy, becoming more fragrant the more you chew. It's not overcooked and tough, nor is it undercooked and mushy. You can't taste any fishy smell on your tongue. The flavor of the broth spreads in layers in your mouth, spicy but not overpowering, numbing but not dry, and incredibly fresh.

The man finished all the skewers in one go, tore off a tissue to wipe his mouth, and looked at the red oil on the tissue. He twitched his nose as if he could smell the aroma of the red oil even from there.

"This pot-boiled chicken tastes really good!"

After his exclamation, the man seemed to remember something, smiled at Song Xinran, and asked, "Boss, did you make this Bo Bo Chicken?"

Song Xinran retorted, "Is that important?"

Sensing her wariness, the man quickly said, "I mean no harm. I just heard that your Bo Bo Chicken is delicious, so I came to try it."

"By the way, I'm Zhou Zhengming's friend. My name is Lei Hong. He recommended that I try your Bo Bo Chicken."

Lei Hong received Zhou Zhengming's call late last night. Zhou Zhengming said that he met a master today who not only had many ideas for the catering industry, but also had a lot of experience in cooking.

The woman, named Song Xinran, was selling "Bo Bo Chicken" at a stall in Lingde Town. Lei Hong was asked to go and see how her cooking was and to help her if he could.

Lei Hong and Zhou Zhengming were friends. They had worked together at the same restaurant when Zhou Zhengming was working in Lingde Town. However, Lei Hong didn't like Zhou Zhengming's personality. He was scheming and said one thing to one person and another to another.

If they hadn't known each other for so long, practically growing up together, Lei Hong wouldn't have kept in touch with Zhou Zhengming.

Lei Hong now runs his own restaurant in town, which is run by his family. He works as the chef, and the business is doing well, so his family is doing well too.

Upon receiving Zhou Zhengming's call, Lei Hong's first thought was, "What a genius! Not only is he full of ideas, but he's also a great cook." Anyone praised by Zhou Zhengming must have a similar personality to him. But since it was a friend's request, Lei Hong naturally wanted to help.

However, it was too late yesterday, so Lei Hong came to check it out today. This pot-boiled chicken restaurant is doing pretty well, but it's not the best in the world. I guess the taste is just okay.

Zhou Zhengming asked him for help, probably to give him some cooking advice. Lei Hong thought to himself, "Then I'll give him a couple of pointers."

But to his surprise, when he got closer, he immediately realized that this pot-boiled chicken was unusual.

Upon tasting it again, Lei Hong was stunned and bewildered, exclaiming that it was an absolute delicacy!

He's also a chef, and his skills are probably among the top three in this town. He has his own unique insights into cooking.

But he could tell the secret just by tasting it. First, the chicken broth used to make the soup base was well-made, so it wasn't fishy even when it was cold, and it tasted very delicious. The broth was also very clear.

Secondly, the chili oil is well-made, clear and fragrant, not greasy at all, spicy but not overpowering. It is difficult to achieve this. Most people add more chili and seasonings when making spicy dishes. The taste is good, but it is very pungent and easy to cause internal heat.

The chili oil in this pot of Sichuan-style boiled chicken is completely different from what you'd expect; anyone with a discerning eye can tell that only a seasoned master chef could make it like this.

Finally, the vegetables were cooked well, not too hard or too soft, and the colors were appealing.

This pot of Sichuan-style boiled chicken was prepared beautifully in every way, which is why Lei Hong asked, "Did you make this dish?"

No wonder he had such thoughts; Song Xinran looked so young, at least ten or twenty years younger than him, yet her cooking skills were so good, only slightly inferior to his master's.

But his master is a true, genuine master chef, now the head chef of a high-end hotel in a big city. It's not easy to get to eat his dishes. Lei Hong was just lucky when he was young, and he learned from his master for a period of time before he became famous.

Song Xinran said, "I did it."

She realized that the man in front of her wasn't there to cause trouble, and since he mentioned Zhou Zhengming's name, she figured it was probably Zhou Zhengming returning a favor to her.

"This shouldn't be happening," Lei Hong exclaimed.

Song Xinran raised an eyebrow slightly: "What shouldn't be done?"

"That's not what I meant!" Lei Hong quickly explained, "Your Bo Bo Chicken tastes amazing, it's not like the cooking skills of someone so young!"

Song Xinran thought to herself that she had worked in this industry for more than ten years in her previous life, so she wasn't exactly young.

But he smiled faintly and said, "Not at all, it was just something I made casually."

Lei Hong was shocked. How could something made so casually turn out like this?!

How incredibly talented must this person be!

"I never imagined that what Zhou Zhengming said would actually come true one day!" Lei Hong exclaimed. He originally thought that Zhou Zhengming was just talking nonsense and exaggerating, but after tasting the Bobo Chicken, he realized that he was wrong.

"Hey girl," Lei Hong asked, "have you ever thought about helping out at our restaurant?"

"You don't need to cook every day. Just teach me a couple of dishes from time to time, and I'll still pay you your salary."

Lei Hong is a visionary restaurant manager and chef. Although the restaurant is doing well and has many regular customers, one should always be prepared for unforeseen circumstances and strive to improve himself.

Upon hearing this, Song Xinwen exclaimed, "Such a good thing?!"

However, after the incident with Sister Feng, she became more cautious, knowing that there's no such thing as a free lunch. She simply sized up the other person without saying a word, knowing that Xin Ran must have seen through the other person's plan and had a better way to deal with it.

Song Xinran said, "I don't have such thoughts at the moment. I just want to do my small business well."

Lei Hong sighed inwardly, knowing that everyone has their own ambitions, and didn't press the matter further: "Zhengming called me last night specifically to tell me about your situation..."

The caller asked him for help, saying they were all in Lingde Town and it would be convenient for them. Lei Hong initially thought it was some cooking advice, but now he realized that if he tried to do anything, he would be showing off his limited skills.

Lei Hong then carefully recalled Zhou Zhengming's words from last night and suddenly said, "Girl, is this soup base chicken broth?"

"Yes," Song Xinran said.

Song Xinwen chimed in from the side: "We use authentic free-range chicken to make our soup, and the ingredients are very high-quality!"

Lei Hong lowered his voice slightly: "I happen to own a restaurant in town, right next to the local supermarket, called 'Hao You Lai' Restaurant. Business is pretty good; we order several chicken carcasses every day... I see that your ingredients are indeed high-quality, but the cost is too high..."

Song Xinran understood the meaning behind the other person's words in a second, and knew that the person in front of her was indeed a peer, so that she could see through her background and costs at a glance, and also understood what she was lacking.

Song Xinran smiled and said, "Brother Lei, I've been looking for a place to buy fresh chicken carcasses recently, but I haven't been able to find any. I didn't expect to meet you by chance."

Lei Hong smiled, thinking to himself that this man was quite eloquent. He was the one who wanted to meet people and took the initiative to ask, yet the other person flattered him. He immediately said, "This is fate!"

Song Xinwen was quite surprised to see Song Xinran chatting happily with the other party in just a few words. Xinran was really good at talking!

Song Xinran simply agreed with the other party to buy chicken carcasses. She could just pick them up from the restaurant every morning. The restaurant had at least one carcass every day. Lei Hong would prepare the ingredients in advance. The cold shredded chicken at Haoyoulai Restaurant sold very well.

Song Xinran was very happy. When she first started doing business at her stall, she felt that the cost was too high, especially the chicken for making soup. A whole free-range chicken cost forty or fifty yuan. Even if she only bought half, it would still cost her about twenty yuan.

If she were to use cheaper ingredients like pork bones, she felt the taste would be slightly different and she was unwilling to do so.

She had known for a long time that the soup made from chicken bones was similar, but she couldn't find a place to buy it. Unexpectedly, Lei Hong delivered it himself, which reduced the cost of her Bo Bo Chicken considerably.

Song Xinran took out the business card Zhou Zhengming had given her and called a store to thank him.

Back home, Song Xinran did the math again. She had spent over a thousand yuan on a trip to the city a couple of days ago, and now she had less than nine hundred yuan in hand, including the money she had earned in the past two days. But her quality of life had improved significantly. She would no longer have to go through the trouble of boiling water to take a bath, nor would she have to worry about running out of hot water halfway through her bath.

Moreover, Song Xinran was certain that she would earn even more in the future!

Today I finalized the deal with Lei Hong: chicken carcasses will cost two yuan a pair, and our daily profit will increase by at least 20 yuan! However, we won't be able to eat boiled chicken at home every day anymore.

From Song Xinran's observation, although boiled chicken is a good thing and nourishes the body, they have been eating it since they came to town, and have been eating it for half a month in a row. Even a well-behaved child like Song Yu has stopped touching the chicken with his chopsticks.

The menu at home can also be updated and replenished.

As the weather gets colder, Song Xinran rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while. She needed to make a dish that was suitable for winter and also convenient.

An idea flashed through her mind, and the corners of her lips immediately turned up: she could make good use of the chicken carcass bones she had just ordered.

Song Xinran solemnly wrote the three characters "Oden" on the notebook.

*

After dinner, Song Xinwen said he wanted to go for a walk.

Song Xinran teased, "Have you made some new friends, sister?"

Song Xinwen said, "No, you're teaching Xiao Yu to read at home, so I can't help you. I'm just going out for a walk."

Song Xinwen didn't like going to school when she was in school. After graduating from elementary school, she stayed home to help with chores. Song Xinran had better grades and finished junior high school, but her family was poor and couldn't afford to support her to continue her studies, so Song Xinran didn't continue. However, Song Xinwen knew that her younger sister loved reading.

It's good now. I can earn money by setting up a stall in town and do things I wanted to do but couldn't do before.

Song Xinwen left the house without telling Song Xinran that she had other business to attend to that day.

Song Xinran taught Song Yu to recognize characters at home using the picture book "Learn Characters Through Pictures". The best way for a child Song Yu's age to learn characters is to connect them with reality. For example, when he sees the character for "table", he will think of the dining table at home.

Song Xinran had never taught children before, but she had a friend who was a teacher who often complained to her that her child was now in elementary school and still couldn't write his own name. The teacher had taught him many times, but he still couldn't write it, and even his imitations were terrible.

Thinking of this, Song Xinran said, "Can Xiaoyu write her own name? Let Mom teach you."

She wrote the two regular script characters "Song Yu" on a blank notebook, then handed the pen to Song Yu, intending for him to familiarize himself with it by tracing it first.

Song Yu gripped the pen firmly in the way she taught him, sat on the stool with his back straight, his little face serious, and carefully traced on the paper. He couldn't remember the stroke order, but he was good at imitating, and the two characters he wrote were actually quite neat.

Pointing upwards, she read in a childish voice, "Little Yu!"

Song Xinran chuckled: "This is Xiao Yu's full name, Song Yu."

She rewrote the two characters "Xiao Yu" and said, "This is the real Xiao Yu."

Song Yu blushed slightly, her hand landing on the words below, her voice soft and gentle: "Little Yu."

*

At seven o'clock the next day, Song Xinran got up, washed up quickly, changed her clothes, and tiptoed out.

The time agreed with Lei Hong to get the chicken bones was a little after eight o'clock, but Song Xinran had other things to do today.

She was a little excited, after all, it was her first time doing something like this, a bit like a detective solving a case. The idea had crossed her mind when she learned from Song Xinwen yesterday that the fried food stall owner lived here.

She needs to be certain that the fried food stall is using substandard reconstituted meat skewers before she can justify spreading the facts and driving people away.

Song Xinran is a bit stubborn on this point, probably because of her two lifetimes in the catering industry. She believes that food safety issues must be treated with utmost care. In her view, anyone in this industry who gets involved in food safety issues will have their reputation tarnished for life.

Serious matters must also be handled and dealt with meticulously.

Song Xinran found out that the town's garbage truck collects garbage around 7:30. If the fried food stall owner really used substandard meat skewers, then the evidence of destroying the packaging should have been done at that time. Since they didn't find it today, they would come back tomorrow and the day after.

Just then, Song Xinran looked around and, seeing no one, was about to rummage through the trash cans when she suddenly heard two hushed voices coming from the stairwell next door. She quickly ran to the side and hid.

Then, two familiar figures appeared next to the trash can.

Xiong Li urged in a low voice, "Hurry up and throw it away, the garbage truck will be here soon."

Yang Changhai said happily, "This purchase will last for several days. I don't believe I can't squeeze out the store next door."

"Stop talking and get home!"

Yang Changhai stuffed a bag of things into the trash can, turned around and jogged into the stairwell.

As soon as they disappeared, Song Xinran was overjoyed and quickly ran towards the trash can. However, just as she reached the trash can, she bumped into someone who was also reaching into the trash can.

Song Xinran thought to herself that it was early in the morning, and the weather was chilly, yet the people picking up trash were quite diligent.

"Xinran, what are you doing here!" came a suppressed exclamation from the other party.

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