Qin Zhen looked at Lin Qinghuan walking ahead. Her clothes were washed until they were faded, and there were some sweat stains on the back of her clothes. He had also noticed that her hands were very rough, probably from long-term labor.

This girl must have had a very hard life.

Lin Qinghuan felt someone watching her from behind. When she turned around, she saw that it was the man she had met in the pharmacy.

Qin Zhen was caught red-handed peeking at Lin Qinghuan. He looked slightly embarrassed, but still stared back at Lin Qinghuan with a blank expression.

Lin Qinghuan gave Qin Zhen a polite and appropriate smile, then turned and continued walking forward.

Qin Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Qinghuan to smile at him. Moreover, her smile was neither humble nor arrogant, without the slightest timidity, and without the adoration in her eyes that other girls showed when they looked at him.

Qin Zhen touched his face, wondering if his charm had vanished and even a little girl couldn't stand him anymore.

A girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white dress and a sun hat, was riding her bicycle through the streets. When she saw Qin Zhen, her eyes lit up, and she raised a hand to greet him, "Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen..."

Lin Qinghuan saw the girl holding the handlebars of the bicycle with one hand and quickly moved away to avoid the bicycle going out of control and hitting her.

The girl was so focused on Qin Zhen that the handlebars of her bicycle veered off course and she suddenly lost control, lunging forward. Her face turned deathly pale, and she screamed as she fell to the ground right in front of Qin.

Lin Qinghuan patted her chest, realizing she had indeed been prescient; otherwise, she would have been in trouble.

Qin Zhen looked at Lin Qinghuan with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This girl was quite perceptive; she knew that riding a bicycle with one hand was dangerous and had avoided it early on.

The girl fell to the ground, looking at Qin Zhen with teary eyes, appearing pitiful. She said in a soft voice, "Qin Zhen, I'm in so much pain, can't you feel sorry for me?"

Qin Zhen frowned and said, "You're not dead yet, and why should I feel sorry for you? Who are you to me?"

Lin Qinghuan burst out laughing. My goodness! This man is definitely a straight man!

The girl blushed deeply after Qin Zhen's retort, and the fall had hurt her. Lin Qinghuan's smile was like stirring up a hornet's nest, causing the girl's grievances and anger to erupt like a volcano.

"What are you laughing at? I fell down, and instead of showing any sympathy, you're laughing at me. How can you be so vicious?" the girl said, pointing at Lin Qinghuan.

"Holy crap, is this woman crazy?!" Lin Qinghuan looked at the girl in surprise. "Girl, it was me who made you see a handsome man and your eyes light up, forgetting that you were riding a bicycle."

You fell down because you were infatuated with someone. Does someone who's infatuated deserve sympathy? You should be glad there aren't many people on the street right now, otherwise you might have caused trouble for others, hurting yourself and others. And I'm not laughing at you, just at you for meeting an oblivious, clueless guy and misjudging your feelings.

After finishing her sentence, Lin Qinghuan turned and left, ignoring the infatuated girl.

Qin Zhen was stunned. Straight man? Was he being referred to? He was straight?

Lin Qinghuan passed by a noodle shop, and the aroma wafted out. She swallowed hard; she was really craving noodles.

A blush crossed Lin Qinghuan's face. She had never been so greedy before; it must be her body that was craving it.

Lin Qinghuan walked into the noodle shop and sat down at a table. A woman in her forties came up to Lin Qinghuan with a smile and asked kindly, "Miss, what would you like to eat?"

"Boss lady, I'd like a bowl of noodles, how much is it?" Lin Qinghuan asked.

"A bowl of noodles with scallions costs only one cent, but if you add an egg, it's one and a half cents," the proprietress said.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned. A bowl of noodles with an egg only cost 15 cents. How cheap was that?

Lin Qinghuan knew it was 1982 and prices were cheap, but after experiencing it firsthand, she still found it hard to believe.

In the 21st century, Lin Qinghuan could buy a bottle of water for at least one yuan, but in the 1980s, a bowl of noodles only cost ten cents. So, her thirty yuan must have been a huge sum of money.

Oh my god! Lin Qinghuan felt like she had suddenly gone from being penniless to being a rich woman. What should she do?!