Chapter 3, Section 003: Not Your Friend
Wen's mother hurriedly called Wen's father over.
"Come here and take a look, do you want a rice bowl or fried rice?"
The two of them huddled together for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
Father Wen: "Let's make a phone call and ask."
Don't go back and get a bad review; there's nowhere to complain then.
Wen's mother dialed the number on the list. After the call was connected, the first thing she heard was the clattering of mahjong tiles.
"Five of coins, pong! Who is it?"
Mrs. Wen explained cautiously, "Hello, sir. I'm from Wen's Restaurant. I wanted to ask if your order was for three rice bowls? I noticed your note said three fried rice bowls..."
The middle-aged woman who answered the phone suddenly shouted that she had lost, and interrupted Wen's mother after she barely heard half of what she was saying.
"It's okay, just follow the notes, hurry up."
After hanging up the phone, Wen's mother shouted into the kitchen, "Old Wen, make three servings of fried rice!"
It was a coincidence that before the couple started selling rice bowls and noodles, they also served fried rice in their shop. However, they found that students only had one hour to eat after school, and making fried rice was not as quick as making rice bowls, so they removed the fried rice from the menu.
After a day of disappointment, Mrs. Wen's mood brightened a bit, and she excitedly guessed with Mr. Wen, "He's probably a regular customer; he even knows our shop used to sell fried rice."
Since they were regular customers, Mr. Wen was generous, putting in plenty of shredded pork and eggs, and even including three bottles of mineral water when packing the food.
...
In a house three kilometers away from Wen's restaurant, Yang Hong was playing cards with several friends.
Whether it was because she enjoyed her breakfast, Yang Hong had exceptionally good luck today, winning against one team and losing against three. When it was time to eat, the other three teams started teasing her, asking her to treat them.
Yang Hong was overjoyed and waved her hand, "Please, please!"
He generously pulled out his phone and gave it to the person who lost the most: "Order whatever you want!"
The group chatted amongst themselves, one saying he wanted to eat stir-fried chicken, another saying he wanted to eat beef offal noodles, and yet another saying he wanted to eat braised chicken.
Yang Hong touched the cards, and a thought suddenly struck her.
"Can you search for a restaurant called Wen Family Restaurant?"
The person holding the phone searched and found it.
"Wow, this is a new store?"
Yang Hong smacked her lips, recalling the taste of the fried rice she had eaten that morning. She felt that she couldn't remember anything else right now, and all she wanted was fried rice.
"I don't want anything else, just order me some fried rice."
The other three families mocked her, saying, "What? You've made so much money off us, and you can't even afford a decent meal?"
Okay? Yang Hong wanted to say, is there anything better than that fried rice from this morning?
"I'm only eating fried rice. Let me tell you, the fried rice at this place is absolutely amazing!"
The plump middle-aged woman sitting directly opposite her laughed and said, "How delicious can it be? Even better than Jin Yutang's?"
Jin Yutang is a famous five-star hotel in the area. None of the people here don't have a dozen or so rooms to rent out. They are all well-off and have naturally eaten good food.
In her opinion, there's a world of difference between expensive food and ordinary street stall food. If someone truly had a great skill, wouldn't they have already opened a fancy restaurant and made a fortune?
If this had been said yesterday, Yang Hong would have believed it.
But ever since she ate that bowl of fried rice this morning, she has changed her mind.
"I'm just having fried rice, you guys can order whatever you want."
After saying that, he ignored the teasing from the others and focused on waiting for his fried rice.
Seeing her say that, the others also wavered.
Everyone knows Yang Hong's personality; she's very straightforward. If she says it's delicious, then it definitely can't be bad.
"Then I'll do the same as you."
"Me too."
"I don't like rice, just give me a bowl of noodles."
In the end, except for one person who insisted on eating noodles, the other three ate fried rice.
"Hey, this place doesn't serve fried rice."
Yang Hong: "Impossible!" She took the phone and glanced at it.
"Maybe they didn't have time to upload it... Please make a note of it."
The plump woman shook her head and laughed, "It must be incredibly delicious for you to keep talking about it."
Others don't even have this, yet you insist on ordering it.
Despite saying that, she still ordered three rice bowls as Yang Hong requested, and then noted them as fried rice.
Not long after, the deliveryman knocked on the door.
A steaming bowl of beef offal noodles and three servings of fried rice arrived together.
Yang Hong frowned, while the other two opened the bag.
"That's nice, they even give you bottled water."
He picked up a spoon and took a bite: "Hmm, it tastes alright. It's only ten yuan or so and it includes meat and eggs, which is quite a good deal."
Yang Hong only ate two spoonfuls before losing her energy.
The food was quite fresh, with plenty of shredded meat and eggs, and the bok choy was crisp and fresh.
It just doesn't taste the same as it did in the morning!
"Hey, aren't you going to eat?"
"Isn't this what you ordered?"
Yang Hong wanted to scream.
I didn't order this kind of fried rice!
...
The Wen couple had no idea that their landlord was breaking down over a bowl of fried rice.
The two cleaned up the restaurant and waited for their daughter to come back from her tutoring class.
Father Wen stir-fried a small plate of green vegetables and also made a large bowl of seaweed and egg soup to simmer.
"Why aren't they back yet?"
Even if they were walking, they should be back by now.
"They're back! They're back!"
Wen Fan appeared on the street corner with his schoolbag on his back.
Wen's mother stared in disbelief as Wen Fan entered the room.
"Your...your hair..."
Wen Fan gave an "oh" and guiltily scratched the back of his head.
"I thought it looked awful, so I got it cut."
Not only did she get a haircut, she also had the hair salon dye her hair the cheapest black color.
She originally wanted a more convenient student-style haircut, but after the shop owner argued with her, she agreed to let it grow a little longer, resulting in a collarbone-length bob.
To be fair, Wen Fan doesn't look bad with short hair. Without the cover of her long hair, her features are more prominent and lively, making her look much cleaner and more neat.
This look was something she had never had before, leaving her parents speechless.
Father Wen chuckled twice: "It's done. Come on, let's eat."
Wen Fan unzipped his backpack: "No rush."
He pulled a brown paper envelope out of his bag: "This is the tutoring fee that Teacher Wang returned. Mom, please count it."
If getting a haircut surprised the two elders, then dropping out of the class undoubtedly enraged Wen's mother.
This daughter was adopted. Wen's mother is a straightforward person, and sometimes she would think twice before speaking to her sensitive daughter, for fear of saying something inappropriate and hurting her.
You can withdraw from the course without permission!
Wen's mother cannot accept this!
"How can you cancel the course? Didn't I tell you? Your family will figure out how to pay for your tutoring! Come on! Come with me to see Teacher Wang and return the money!"
Mr. Wen agreed with Mrs. Wen: "Xiao Fan, do you feel that your parents are struggling too much to support your studies? No, look, we even did some takeout this noon, and it sold quite well. Don't worry about the adults, focusing on your studies is the most important thing."
On the way back, Wen Fan was mentally prepared for her parents' disapproval, but she also had a reason ready.
Wen Fan lowered his head and murmured, "Mom and Dad, I don't want to go anymore... He's in tutoring class too."
Mr. and Mrs. Wen fell silent.
From the beginning of high school, Wen Fan fell in love with a boy, and it was from then on that she began to become sharp-tongued and irritable. The couple ran a restaurant near their home, but Wen Fan always ate in the cafeteria, and she would never come to the restaurant unless it was during winter or summer vacation.
How could parents not understand their adopted daughter's inferiority complex and romantic feelings?
Just a few days ago, Wen Fan suddenly disappeared, and his parents were frantic, searching everywhere and even calling the police. In the end, Wen Fan returned on his own, but with a persistent high fever, deliriously calling out a boy's name…
Then, thinking back to the ID card, clothes, and the "I'm sorry" note my daughter took with her when she disappeared...
Wen's parents had a lot on their minds, wanting to ask but unable to bring themselves to do so, dragging it out until now. But Wen Fan took the initiative to detonate this huge bomb hidden in everyone's hearts.
Wen Fan whispered, "I will study hard. I have figured it out."
Once I figured it out, studying was the top priority. As for male and female leads, I should stay far away from them!
Besides, the subject for the morning tutoring was Chinese. The original owner's humanities subjects were not bad to begin with, but she deliberately did poorly on a few tests just to be in the same tutoring class as the male lead and then took the initiative to ask for tutoring.
Today she went to the tutoring center, not intending to attend the class, but instead directly asked the tutor for a refund.
Fortunately, although the other party said some unpleasant things, they still returned the money to her.
Wen Fan handed the bag of money to his mother, recalling a princess he had seen in the palace snuggling in her mother's arms and acting coquettishly.
Wen Fan pressed her face against her mother's arm: "Mom, I can learn on my own. I don't want to go to tutoring classes anymore. And I can even come to the store to help you."
Despite having been mother and daughter for over a decade, this was the first time Wen Fan had ever acted so affectionately towards her mother.
If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, her eyes would have been red.
Wen Fan, being exceptionally impartial, tugged at his father's arm and asked, "Dad, is it okay?"
The couple's ears turned red in unison.
In the end, it was Wen's mother who managed to maintain the composure and reluctantly put on airs: "Then you must study hard. Your father and I don't need your help. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."
Wen Fan nodded emphatically: "Yes!"
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Wen Fan left the tutoring center, completely unaware that a group of people were discussing her.
Several boys came out of the tutoring class, and one of them skillfully took out a lighter from his bag. With a "click", a few wisps of smoke rose up.
"Hey, Brother Chuan, do you think Wen Fan is for real? He even dropped out of class today."
"Could it be another case of playing hard to get? Just like a few days ago, deliberately disappearing and almost getting the police to come looking for them."
"This person is so annoying. She's taking this act to an extreme. Is she a histrionic personality? One minute she's acting like a rich girl, the next she's disappearing. Is she going to stage suicide next?"
"Isn't that because they have deep feelings for our Brother Chuan? But our Brother Chuan only has one person in his heart..."
Fu Chuan casually tossed the half-pack of cigarettes in his hand over.
The man chuckled again: "Never mind, never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. Brother Chuan is having a good time in love and is going on a date soon. Let's not talk about these spoilsport people."
"Haha, let's make a bet. I bet Wen Fan will still be clinging to Brother Chuan when school starts."
"Who wants to bet with you? Isn't that obvious?"
"I don't think so."
"Then the bet?"
"bet!"
"...Are you guys stupid? What's the point of a bet? You might as well talk to Brother Chuan. You don't even need to wait for school to start. As long as Brother Chuan sends a message, Wen Fan will be clinging to you immediately."
"Damn it! What a miscalculation!"
The others burst into laughter and started urging Fu Chuan, "Brother Chuan, give it a try!"
"Yeah, I want to see if Wen Fan has really given up."
Surrounded by people, Fu Chuan lazily said after a while, "Boring...you guys post it yourselves."
As he spoke, he tossed his phone out, and a boy jumped up to catch it, then happily opened and sent a message.
"What are you doing? Seriously? You think it's that simple?"
The boy who sent the message confidently replied, "What do you know? This is called simplicity in complexity! Just wait and see!"
The circle spun three times, and the group of people were still in high spirits.
until--
A bright red exclamation mark appeared.
The other party is not yet your friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after they accept the request.
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