Upon hearing Yang Yajing's question, Zhou Pengfei quickly shook his head.
"No! How did I bully her?"
"It's because you didn't invite her, and now she thinks I hate her, so it's my fault! Of course it's your fault!" Yang Yajing deliberately used Jiang Xuanxuan's logic to tease Zhou Pengfei.
“Brother Pengfei did nothing wrong, how can you blame him?” Jiang Xuanxuan quickly explained when she heard Yang Yajing change her tune.
"Oh... so he didn't invite you to play, so it's my fault?" Yang Yajing continued to pretend she didn't understand.
"No, no, no! It's not Yangyang's fault. It must be something Xuanxuan did wrong. It's all Xuanxuan's fault. It's only right that her older brother and sister dislike her."
"Hey! Zhou Pengfei! Say something! Should we invite her to church? Don't let her cry in the garden, making it look like we've bullied her." Yang Yajing nudged Zhou Pengfei with her shoulder.
Zhou Pengfei didn't want to invite Jiang Xuanxuan; the girl's thoughts were too hard to fathom, and he couldn't get along with her.
But after Yang Yajing said that, it seemed like whatever he did was wrong, so he had no choice but to compromise: "Everyone can come to the church. I'll give you the time and place."
"Thank you, Brother Pengfei! Brother Pengfei is so kind!" Holding the note written by Zhou Pengfei, Jiang Xuanxuan finally stopped crying and smiled.
Having achieved her goal, the car that was supposed to pick Jiang Xuanxuan up from school arrived, and Jiang Xuanxuan got into the car, looking back every few steps.
"What does she mean?" Looking in the direction Jiang Xuanxuan disappeared, Zhou Pengfei scratched his head, somewhat confused.
"They're all only children, so they're probably envious of those who have older brothers and sisters, and they want an older brother or sister to spoil them too, right?" Yang Yajing shrugged.
"Huh? So, you kindly helped her out, and now she's clinging to you?" Zhou Pengfei found it amusing.
"No!" Yang Yajing shook her head and laughed, "It's because you kindly helped me warm up my food that she's clinging to you! Brother Pengfei..."
"Ugh! Stop being disgusting!" Zhou Pengfei got goosebumps. What on earth is all this?
"Who told you to be so good-looking and exude such an artistic aura? It's not normal for girls to flock to you," Yang Yajing teased deliberately. "Wasn't I drawn to you by your Superman comics too?"
"Do I have a choice?" Zhou Pengfei deliberately dodged the question.
"What? You're disgusted with me?" Yang Yajing joked.
"No way!" Zhou Pengfei shook his head. "You and Jiang Xuanxuan are completely different styles! You're not like a girl at all!"
"That's because I have an interesting soul!" Yang Yajing boasted.
"Stop pretending to be an adult!" Zhou Pengfei retorted irritably. "But you're much more interesting than Jiang Xuanxuan!"
Pointing to the stickers on Yang Yajing's knees—one of Sun Wukong on the left and one of Arale on the right—Zhou Pengfei asked, "Why do you have stickers on every pair of your pants?"
"Because I'm naughty!" Yang Yajing patted her knee. "I often tore my pants, so my mom would just iron on cartoon stickers to save us from having to buy new pants all the time!"
"Your mother is so smart!" Zhou Pengfei gave a thumbs up.
"Hey! Are you hungry? How about we go to my shop and have a bowl of spicy pork noodles?" Yang Yajing suggested.
“I didn’t bring any food coupons…” Zhou Pengfei hesitated.
"Hey! We don't need food coupons at our shop anymore!" Yang Yajing said, pushing Zhou Pengfei's back with both hands. "Come on! It's my treat! My mom's spicy pork noodles are so delicious!"
A fragrant bowl was brought over, and Zhou Pengfei's index finger popped out as he ate, panting as he ate: "So spicy! So spicy!"
"Enjoyed it?" Yang Yajing sat opposite, laughing as they both breathed out warm air.
In December, the weather in Jincheng is damp and cool, and a bowl of hot, spicy meat noodles is just what you need.
Zhou Pengfei's family is from Suzhou, where spicy food is rare, and they prefer a slightly sweet taste. However, Zhou Pengfei, born in Chengdu, prefers salty flavors, so this spicy pork noodle soup is definitely to his liking!
"I feel like all my pocket money is going to be spent on your family's little restaurant!" Zhou Pengfei said, laughing and crying at the same time after finishing a bowl of noodles.
"Mom!" Yang Yajing called out with a smile to the busy Zhang Aijia, "Zhou Pengfei praised your cooking skills! Should we give him a discount next time he comes over?"
"What discount?" Sylvia Chang said with a laugh. "You think a small bowl of noodles will bankrupt the restaurant? If your friend likes it, why don't you bring him here often?"
"How could I possibly accept that?" Zhou Pengfei shook his head.
"My mom's too embarrassed to take money, but I'm perfectly comfortable with it!" Yang Yajing spread her hands. "Didn't you say I'm a capitalist? Five cents a meal! Hurry up and give me the money!"
"Pfft!" Zhou Pengfei laughed at Yang Yajing's greedy little expression, and actually took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Yay! My little treasury is going to be full! Please come often, sir!" Yang Yajing waved the five cents, her face beaming.
Although Zhou Pengfei kept saying she was a capitalist and a little money-grubber, deep down he felt that Yang Yajing was very genuine and cute.
In particular, her actions actually eased his embarrassment at being a freeloader. He would really feel awkward if he kept coming over for meals.
Although he only paid 50 cents for a bowl of noodles that cost 2.5 yuan, it was at least a psychological comfort.
Yang Yajing actually learned this trick from her previous life.
In his previous life, Zhou Pengfei came a few times, but then he felt embarrassed to come to the shop to eat for free because he didn't like owing favors.
This reduced their interactions, but it also gave Jiang Xuanxuan occasional opportunities to bring her food over to present as a gift.
Perhaps because milk was scarce when she was a child, Yang Yajing had a slight lactose intolerance. After eating the food that Jiang Xuanxuan brought her a few times and running to the toilet frequently, she dared not eat it anymore.
Jiang Xuanxuan seemed to have realized it too, because the dairy products she often brought afterward were clearly not for Yang Yajing, as she had claimed.
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