Upon hearing this, Yang Yajing knew that history was about to repeat itself.
In her previous life, the same words, the same time, it was Yang Yajing's turn to suffer!
However, Yang Yajing was mentally prepared this time and would not let Jiang Xuanxuan succeed again. It's just... a pity about all those pastries!
In her previous life, she was attracted by the pastries and did not notice Jiang Xuanxuan's actions, but now her attention is secretly focused on Jiang Xuanxuan's little movements.
Seeing Jiang Xuanxuan extend her foot, Yang Yajing sneered inwardly. Just as Jiang Xuanxuan's foot was about to kick her ankle, she suddenly pulled her foot back.
With a kick that missed its mark, this time it wasn't Yang Yajing who lost her balance and fell to the ground clutching the tablecloth, but Jiang Xuanxuan!
The sound of the enamel plate hitting the ground made everyone turn around and stop.
As Jiang Xuanxuan lay on the ground, completely bewildered, the priest rushed over: "Child, are you hurt?"
After helping Jiang Xuanxuan up and brushing the remnants of pastries off her head and body, the priest crossed out prayers over the table full of fallen pastries.
"The little girl spilled the older brothers' and sisters' snacks! The older brothers and sisters are going to go hungry!" A little baby blurted out the words clearly amidst the shocking silence.
"Father, I'm sorry!" Zhou Pengfei stepped forward to admit his mistake. "She's my classmate. I apologize on her behalf. I wonder if I can help make amends?"
“Brother Pengfei…” Upon hearing that the trouble she had caused had made Zhou Pengfei bow his head and apologize, Jiang Xuanxuan was afraid that her image in Zhou Pengfei’s eyes would plummet, so she immediately spoke up, “It’s not your fault, brother! It’s all Xuanxuan’s fault. Xuanxuan shouldn’t have tripped over the tablecloth and shouldn’t have hurt herself.”
Yang Yajing felt a surge of anger, but she knew she couldn't swear in a church.
"Sister, do you want to repent?" The little baby from before walked up to Jiang Xuanxuan.
"Yes! Xuanxuan needs to repent! Brother Pengfei needs to forgive Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan didn't mean it!" Jiang Xuanxuan continued to look at Zhou Pengfei with teary eyes.
“Sister! That’s not how you confess. There’s a confessional here. You should sincerely confess your sins to Jesus Christ!” As he spoke, he tugged at the priest. “This sister wants to confess. Please, Father, let the great Jesus Christ forgive her!”
The priest, a devout believer, took it seriously and gave Jiang Xuanxuan a gentle smile, extending his hand to invite her to the confessional.
Jiang Xuanxuan just wanted to curse, but with all the churchgoers watching, what else could she do but do as they said? It was better to just go through the motions!
Reluctantly following the priest to the confessional, the people in the church began to whisper among themselves.
"What should we do?" Another priest paced back and forth in prayer. "The orphanage children will arrive soon, how can we possibly have enough? Great Lord! Please grant me a miracle!"
“Um… Uncle Priest…” At this moment, Yang Yajing stepped forward and tugged at the priest’s sleeve, “Does it have to be the same kind of pastry, or is any kind of pastry okay?”
"Huh?" The priest turned around and saw a child asking a question. He paused for a moment before coming to his senses. "Anything is fine, as long as it can give the children in the orphanage a good meal."
"Oh!" Yang Yajing nodded. "Could I borrow the church's phone? I need to call my mother."
The priest didn't understand why Yang Yajing was doing this, but the clever Zhou Pengfei understood Yang Yajing's thoughts: "Father, her family runs a small restaurant, I think... she wants to give you a miracle."
"God bless you! God bless you!" After thanking God, the priest said to Yang Yajing, "God will bless you! Thank you, child! I will pray for you!"
"A phone call?" Yang Yajing smiled and made a gesture as if she were making a phone call.
Without delay, the priest quickly led Yang Yajing to the inner room.
"Mom! There was a little accident at the church. Half of the food for the orphans was spilled. Can you help them?" Because it was a public phone, Yang Yajing waited a while before Zhang Aijia came out to answer the call.
"Oh dear! What a tragedy! May the Bodhisattva protect those poor children!" Sylvia Chang, a devout Buddhist with a compassionate heart, said, "What do you need? Mom will have your dad bring it to you right away."
"Thank you, Mom!" Yang Yajing nodded. "The priest said that more than thirty children will be back later, and we'll have to use all the snacks we're selling tomorrow! ... Mom, I'm sorry for troubling you!"
"No trouble at all! No trouble at all!" Sylvia Chang shook her head. "But there are only thirty-odd children. Snacks alone won't be enough to fill them up, will they? And why bring the wontons too?"
"Father, can we cook wontons at the church?" Yang Yajing asked, turning around.
“The church kitchen is usable.” The priest was surprised that she could even get hot food. “But the cook has worked hard all day and has already gone home…”
"It's okay! My parents are here!" Yang Yajing smiled sweetly at the priest before turning back to continue the phone call. "Mom! I'm sorry to trouble you and Dad to cook the wontons!"
“It’s no trouble at all! Doing good deeds will bring blessings to our family!” After saying that, Sylvia Chang hung up the phone, took the food, and rode in Yang Guohua’s tricycle to the church.
"All done!" Yang Yajing gave the priest a peace sign.
At that moment, the priest looked at Yang Yajing as if she were God, his heart overflowing with piety and gratitude. He repeatedly called her an angel sent by God and vowed to pray for her throughout his life.
The priest who came out of the confessional heard about this and was also sincerely grateful. When the children from the orphanage came to preach, he specifically mentioned Yang Yajing's name and asked everyone to pray for her.
Jiang Xuanxuan gritted her teeth inwardly. Yang Yajing should have been the one to embarrass herself, the one to go to the confessional to lose face. How did it become her?
Not wanting to see Yang Yajing so smug anymore, she went to the priest, made an excuse that her clothes were dirty and she needed to go home, asked him to contact the housekeeper, and left without saying goodbye.
She wasn't particularly interested in churches or charity to begin with, and since she not only failed to achieve her goal but also messed things up, what was the point of staying?
As for Yang Yajing, she finally turned the tables again, rewrote her past shameful history, and suddenly felt triumphant!
The kind parents not only brought enough food and pastries for the children, but also brought a lot more to entertain the many guests and believers who were tempted by their delicious food.
Even the priests enjoyed the delicious hot soup, exclaiming, "Our God and the bodhisattva worshipped by kind people are merciful deities! Angels truly exist in this world, and we must pray fervently for them! May good people live in peace and tranquility!"
With her parents involved, Zhou Youcheng stopped taking Yang Yajing home and instead had her ride with Yang Guohua in his tricycle.
Zhou Youcheng was also a devout believer. Although their beliefs differed, their hearts were filled with kindness.
Although one is a scholar and the other a small business owner, the two families, setting aside their identities, had a rare and pleasant conversation.
Especially after learning that his beloved mung bean cakes were made by Sylvia Chang, Zhou Youcheng joked, "I'm going to become a regular at your Uncle Yang's restaurant! Maybe I'll even bring my childhood friends along!"
"Brother Zhou! Welcome to visit us often! Take care and don't see us off!" Yang Guohua warmly shook hands with Zhou Youcheng to say goodbye.
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