Of course, Buling didn't have those feelings, but she did think that she would use the food she bought today to help the old man in the future. She also decided that the food in her spatial storage should never be seen by anyone else, except for her own consumption.
The grains in her spatial storage were all refined grains, even more so than the refined grains available now. Anyone could immediately tell the difference; it would be tantamount to openly telling everyone that she had something going on. She wouldn't do something so foolish.
The next day, Bling slept until 8:30 in the morning, only to be awakened by the wailing of Granny Chen in the backyard. She pulled her watch from under her pillow and saw it was already 8:30.
Without daring to delay any longer, he got up, dressed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, ate a compressed biscuit for breakfast, and without even making the bed, hopped on his bicycle and sped out of the yard like the wind.
Oh no, she overslept! Luckily, she hadn't lost the special skill she honed in her past life, and managed to brush her teeth, wash her face, and eat breakfast in fifteen minutes, otherwise she would have been late.
I pedaled my bicycle at breakneck speed all the way, finally arriving at the state-run restaurant at 8:59. I wiped the sweat from my brow, let out a soft sigh of relief, and parked my bicycle in the backyard.
I poured myself a glass of water before slowly walking to my work station.
It was another busy day. Notably, Sangshen came again. Buling was very curious about what Sangshen did for a living; he hadn't started work at nine and was already off work by ten, and he had the money to eat at state-run restaurants every day.
This job is so enviable! If we weren't so close, she would have liked to ask around and see if she could learn anything from them.
That evening, returning to the courtyard empty-handed, Buling learned from Sister Zhou what kind of opera Granny Chen had sung that morning.
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