Chapter 1110: She Saved Someone, You're Joking, Right?

Wan Qing heard Mi Aijun's words and wore an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" "She saved someone? You're joking, right? I'd say it's more likely someone else saved her."

Chuxue was slightly more clear-headed now and said with a look of disgust, "Wan Qing, whether I saved someone or not is none of your business. If you keep speaking to me with that passive-aggressive tone, don't blame me for forgetting our shared workplace bond."

As she spoke, she reached out and yanked the enamel mug from in front of her; when she handed it back, the mug was slightly deformed, and several fingerprint marks had appeared on its surface.

This move scared Wan Qing quite badly; even though she had a good relationship with Qin Ruoyun and wanted to stand up for her, she didn't want to invite trouble upon herself. Seeing that no one else was helping her, she didn't dare to speak out of turn again.

Chuxue took out the meal Fu Yan Cheng had prepared for her. Seeing that the lunchbox contained rice stir-fried with dried bamboo shoots and meat, she thought, "I don't even know when this guy got up to prepare this."

Using her spiritual sense to check the other two lunchboxes in the small handbag, she saw one held scallion pancakes and the other held vegetarian buns; inside were also the mushroom meat sauce she had made herself earlier, tea eggs boiled that morning, and a bag of milk powder, which warmed her heart.

Actually, her space didn't lack food; when she had nothing to do, she would make some and store it inside, but since all of this was prepared by Fu Yan Cheng for her, the feeling was different.

When Wan Qing saw the food Chuxue had taken out, she was about to say something, but seeing Old Zhou frowning at her, she quickly lowered her head.

She was able to join everyone in attending the Canton Fair because Qin Ruoyun had fought for this opportunity for her, but she wasn't too stupid; if she kept causing trouble for Xiao Chuxue without caring about the consequences, she feared she wouldn't come out well.

By the time they returned to the factory, Old Zhou, the team leader, probably wouldn't speak well of her in front of the leaders, so what was the point of currying favor with Qin Ruoyun to attend the Canton Fair in the first place?

Zhang Chunsheng returned at that moment and handed the cup to Chuxue: "Open the lid and let it cool first; otherwise, it's too hot, and you probably won't be able to drink it for a while."

Zhang Chunsheng had thought it was just for fetching water, but he didn't expect milk powder to be inside the thermos cup.

Chuxue thanked him, shook the cup, then placed it on the small table in front of her. Afterward, she took out chopsticks wrapped in a handkerchief from the side of the small handbag, opened the thermos lid, stirred for a while, and then stopped.

A scent of milk drifted out, causing everyone to frequently turn their heads.

To be honest, it was very rare for someone like her to bring milk powder when traveling, since milk powder couldn't be bought without a ration ticket, and milk powder tickets could only be claimed by specific groups of people.

Wan Qing was about to say something sarcastic again, but seeing the fingerprint marks on her own enamel mug, she didn't dare to provoke Chuxue anymore.

Chuxue's seat was by the window; at night, she took a small neck pillow out of the large travel bag. This item was merely concealed by the large bag, but was actually taken from her space.

With this neck pillow, she naturally slept much more comfortably than others. Seeing this item, Mi Aijun and Zhang Chunsheng praised it inwardly for quite a while and thought about preparing one for themselves later, since both of them spent half the year on business trips, and this neck pillow was truly practical.

But when Wan Qing saw this item, although she was clearly envious, she still cursed inwardly, "Truly a capitalist style; so pretentious."

Since it wasn't directed at her anyway, Chuxue didn't care what others thought in their hearts; she leaned against the triangular space between the chair back and the carriage wall, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.