Yang Heping's current look was serious yet stubborn. Lu Manyue couldn't help but smile, "Thank you for thinking so highly of me. Now, get up and eat eggs."
Lu Manyue took the lunch box out of the net bag, opened the lid and handed it to Yang Heping.
"Eggs! This thing is so precious. Xiao Yueyue, you are so nice to buy such an expensive thing just for me." Yang Heping held the lunch box, his eyes full of surprise.
"That wasn't bought by me. Aunt Wang, Zhu Yan's mother, cooked it and asked me to bring it to you. I'm so poor now that I don't have the money to buy you this good thing." Lu Manyue said.
"Then you will definitely buy it for me if you have money." Yang Heping was very confident.
Lu Manyue was stunned. "That's not necessarily true. Eggs are 8 cents each with a ticket, and 1.2 cents each without a ticket. I can't bear to spend the money."
"We are such good friends, but you are reluctant to buy me a few eggs? I don't believe it." Yang Heping pouted.
"Oh, and millet. Aunt Wang said millet porridge is good for the stomach. I'll have someone make it for you when the time comes." Lu Manyue didn't want to argue with Yang Heping about this meaningless topic. She just wanted to finish her explanation as soon as possible and then inquire about Zhou Ruhua's injury.
"There's such a big hole on my chest, and I lie here every day. People come to see me, but I have no parents. I'm really pitiful." Yang Heping howled.
"You fake friend, not only did you not even want to buy me eggs, you even gave me raw millet and didn't even bother to cook it. You even asked me to find someone to cook it. Where can I find someone to do it?
Looking for ball brother?
No matter what, Xiao Yueyue, make me a bowl of millet porridge. I’ve been hungry all night.”
Lu Manyue couldn't help but hold her forehead.
Yang Heping almost rolled over on the bed. Seeing that Lu Manyue was still unwilling, he stuffed the unpeeled egg into his mouth and said, "My life is so hard and pitiful. I can't even have a bowl of millet porridge.
I'd rather choke myself to death on my eggs than tire my fake friend."
Lu Manyue had no choice but to carry Xiaomi to the public kitchen to borrow a stove to cook porridge. As soon as she walked in, Zhou Ruhua came.
98. There were more than a dozen people in the public kitchen, but there were only four stoves, and there were at least three or four people queuing in front of each stove.
There were three people in front of the team where Lu Manyue was standing.
But none of the three of them were cooking. One was boiling water, one was heating rice, and the other was baking pancakes, so it was Lu Manyue's turn in less than half an hour.
She was preoccupied with things and was staring straight ahead. At first, she didn't notice that Zhou Ruhua had arrived.
When there was no one in front of her, she went forward to check the bottom of the stove and found that the coal inside was almost burned out and was not enough to cook a pot of porridge.
She first picked the millet, put it in the pot, added water and boiled it, then went to the charcoal shop next door to buy charcoal.
When she turned around, she met Zhou Ruhua who was standing at the end of the team next to her.
She first looked at Zhou Ruhua's expression, then looked at her standing posture.
Zhou Ruhua looked very bad, and there was a dullness in her bright eyes, but she was standing alone, so she didn't seem to be in much pain.
Lu Manyue stepped forward and said, "You can now come to the public kitchen to cook by yourself. You've recovered pretty quickly."
Zhou Ruhua stood there awkwardly, his feet trembling twice, and he tried hard to maintain his standing posture.
Her eyes flickered over the pot of millet porridge that Lu Manyue was cooking. "Are you cooking this for your cousin? Millet porridge, I like it too. Put in a handful of rice and cook a bowl for me."
Lu Manyue thought about it and said, "That's not impossible. I'll provide the rice and the labor, and you pay to buy a shovel of charcoal, and I'll give you half a handful of rice."
"Ah, isn't it just a small matter of a little more rice or a little less rice? Why do you want me to buy charcoal?" Zhou Ruhua said in surprise.
"It's just a small matter. It doesn't matter if you eat one less bowl of millet porridge. Just do it yourself." Lu Manyue thought that the shovel of charcoal would not be used up, so she stood aside for a while.
The stove on the left just happened to be out of charcoal, so the young wife who was waiting to boil water looked at Lu Manyue and took the initiative to say, "How about we buy a shovel of charcoal and each of us use half, which will save money and not delay things."
Lu Manyue was overjoyed and quickly nodded in agreement.
Seeing that there was porridge cooking in the pot over there, the young wife quickly went to buy a shovel of charcoal. She used a small half of it herself and put the remaining half directly in front of Lu Manyue.
Lu Manyue took out a wrinkled fifty-cent coin and handed it to the young wife. The young wife said that a shovel of charcoal was ninety-cents, and half for each of them was forty-five cents. She took out the money and insisted on giving five cents to Lu Manyue.
"My half shovel has a few extra pieces of charcoal. I'm taking advantage of you. You gave me five cents. Should I return you a few pieces of charcoal?" Lu Manyue asked her with a smile.
The young wife took the money back.
Zhou Ruhua said sarcastically, "How can someone be so poor that he can't even afford a shovel of charcoal and has to ask others to share the cost?
It's no wonder that poor and stingy people naturally regard a handful of millet as precious as gold.
After all, we are related in some way. When Wei Dingbang and I get married, I wonder if you will have the nerve to call me your cousin."
"When you mentioned money, I suddenly remembered that you still have 122 yuan of Wei Dingbang's nutrition fee in your hands. Seeing that you are talking so generously, you are certainly not the kind of person who would not pay back 100 or 200 yuan. Just give it to me now, so that I don't have to ask for it again and again.
If someone who doesn't know sees this, they might think that your future cousin-in-law is determined not to return it, which would also ruin your reputation, right?" Lu Manyue looked straight at Zhou Ruhua and said.
Zhou Ruhua was stunned for a moment, then blinked and said, "It's not that I don't want to pay it back, it's that the money is not in my hands. I told you last time that my aunt holds the money..."
"Impossible, I asked your aunt, you took the biggest share, your aunt only took ten yuan at the beginning." Zhu Yan heard it clearly when the two of them were dividing the money in the toilet.
Lu Manyue didn't say anything definite because she was afraid that the two of them might break up again in the future, so she used ambiguous words.
Zhou Ruhua saw that Lu Manyue had such a confident expression, as if she had seen her and Yang Xuehua divide the money with her own eyes. She also saw that the people around them were stretching their heads to watch the fun, and her face became a little hot.
She opened her mouth to yell "Aiya", but Lu Manyue spoke first, "Are you in pain and your hands are weak? How about I help you?
If you still feel uncomfortable after taking it out, I will take you to see a doctor?"
Now that things have come to this, Zhou Ruhua couldn't pretend to be injured like he did yesterday, because Lu Manyue's meaning was very blunt: don't even think about leaving without money, and even if you have to lie on the ground, you have to pay before she can send you to see a doctor.
Moreover, her eyes were like searchlights, glancing at the place where she put the money, as if she wanted to come up and take it herself.
If Lu Manyue had to pay for it herself, Zhou Ruhua would really not be able to keep a single cent.
After thinking it over, she finally took out ninety yuan and handed it to Lu Manyue.
Lu Manyue took the money and counted it. "One hundred and twenty-two, you paid back ninety, and the remaining thirty-two, you can keep it to buy delicious food for my cousin."
Lu Manyue was about to walk away with ninety yuan, but before she put the money in her pocket, Zhou Ruhua suddenly spoke.
"Don't leave in a hurry. I have something to tell you."