Chapter 363

As for their old classmate Song Tan, everyone still trusted her deeply and didn't notice at all that she was sharpening her knife.

At this moment, they were tidying themselves up in the courtyard, their footsteps unable to move as they were hooked by the aroma wafting from the kitchen, while being urged on by the hot sun and Wu Lan's enthusiasm, they walked into the living room in a few steps.

Good heavens!

A cool breeze blew through, and everyone felt their agitated hearts soothed, their tense bodies instantly relaxing.

The children were even more delighted, running familiarly to the corner where Wu Lan had temporarily placed the baskets and hampers, crawling in and out, feeling completely at ease.

The baskets and the floor were covered with milky-white cloth, which made the mothers curiously gather around.

"Oh my, this thing is really interesting—come, son, do you recognize what this is?"

"This cloth actually looks quite sturdy; it's not scary at all for the child to play in the basket without getting scratched..."

Of course, this was the rough-rearing mode for children; families who raised them delicately wouldn't bring them to the countryside in such hot weather.

"Exactly, Song Tan, where did you buy this cloth? I'll buy two sheets later to line my son's playpen; that mat is made of sponge, and he keeps picking at it."

Song Tan went over to take a look—it was white, coarse cloth.

Could it be some old coarse-cloth bedsheet?

Who knew that when Wu Lan entered, she laughed heartily: "You all can't recognize it, can you? This thing must be over twenty years old—these were burlap sacks issued by the postal company back then. Tan Tan's aunt's relative was a mail carrier at the time, and after being passed around, the items ended up here with us."

After saying this, fearing the young people would look down on it, she added a few more words: "These were only dried out before the move. They're sturdy and clean. They look rough, but they're actually especially breathable. In the past, when this was spread on a bed, you could sleep on it for decades without it wearing out."

Oh my!

Anyone who could bear to let their child crawl in and out of the basket didn't think the burlap sack was bad at all!

At this moment, everyone became interested instead: "I want to buy some too... really, it looks so refreshing and comfortable..."

Over here, Wu Qianqian had just finished fixing her makeup in the mirror, looking back and forth while holding her powder compact, patting powder onto her face with a "pfft-pfft-pfft" sound.

The more she looked at Song Tan, the angrier she got.

However, a few girls beside her hesitated, wanting to divert Song Tan's attention, so they asked:

"Wu Qianqian, how is that powder compact of yours?"

Wu Qianqian instantly became smug, closing the lid with a reserved and nonchalant air, displaying the large logo in front of everyone:

"It's alright, average. It's not expensive, just 560 yuan."

560? She's really rich.

Song Tan stood far away and listened, her eyes looking at Wu Qianqian with a tenderness that could drip water.

However, a few female classmates were stunned, then looked regretful:

"Ah! You bought it at full price..."

"I have one too, but not this series. During the New Year promotion, it was 20% off!"

"Let me tell you, you have to wait for Double 11 to buy it, buy one get one free. If you don't want that many, you can split the order with others; it comes out to just over 200!"

When it came to how to get discounts, everyone had plenty to talk about!

Wu Qianqian, who had been ignored again:...

How hateful! Why is no one envious that she's rich and willing to spend money!

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but chuckle again.

How should she put it? Times are changing. In the past, everyone was ashamed to say they were poor, feeling it was a loss of face. When buying something, the core point of showing off was—it's expensive!

But now.

Everyone talks about drinking wind and eating dirt, pairing northwest wind with concrete, displaying poverty to the fullest. When talking about buying things, the original price doesn't matter; what matters is how much cheaper they got it for...

Compared to that, Wu Qianqian seemed to have had her time frozen for over a decade!

Hmm... Song Tan thought: Dear Qianqian, you really are still so pathetic.

Qianqian's pathetic nature was known to all, and everyone hadn't had a chance to taste the sweetness of the white fungus soup yet.

Seeing everyone enter the house, marveling at and envying the new house, they couldn't help but pick up a bowl of white fungus soup under Wu Lan's enthusiasm.

"Come, have a taste. Our family's white fungus soup is famous far and wide! Guests from the Imperial Capital urge us for it every day. And you know the Third Hospital of Ningcheng, right? Several departments buy it from us! And patients..."

Really?

The enthusiastic and simple Wu Lan rarely boasted like this, so everyone was a bit skeptical. The iced white fungus didn't have much aroma, so after everyone gave face and took a sip, the entire spacious living room fell silent for a moment!

Just... how could it be this delicious!

The class monitor stared blankly at his spoon—he often boasted about being a big man who didn't like sweets, so he refused all desserts, but now...

Sob sob sob, if desserts are all this delicious, why on earth did he refuse them?!

And this white fungus soup was especially thoughtful; the white fungus was torn into tiny pieces, and as the thick soup slid through their mouths, everyone felt as if they could experience that cool and nourishing sweetness!

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Sob sob sob, it's really so delicious!

Everyone took away their spoons, endured and endured, but still gulped it down bowl after bowl—

Silky, thick, sweet, cool!

One gulp down, it was like Pigsy eating the ginseng fruit; they hadn't even tasted it properly!

A few thick-skinned male classmates stared at Wu Lan: "Auntie..."

Wu Lan, however, acted as if she knew nothing, smiling simply and kindly to herself: "Oh my, young people have good appetites. I made such a big pot this morning and thought for sure it wouldn't be finished! I didn't expect it to be gone already—do you want more? Should I go make another pot?"

You tell me, how thick-skinned must one be to respond to that!

Most importantly, if she makes it now, who knows when it'll be ready to eat!

Everyone lowered their heads, reluctantly using their spoons to scrape the remaining soup inside.

Only Wu Qianqian.

She was angry, but she absolutely couldn't suffer a loss! Since Song Tan had angered her, she had to eat it back from Song Tan's house!

Eat plenty, just don't spend money to buy things!

Ha, let's see what you do!

Hmm... she couldn't buy nothing at all; the watermelon was still good, so she'd buy one... two, three, four!

Five at most, six would be too big... any more really wouldn't do!

Who told Song Tan to be so arrogant!

Hmph! She toyed with her, so she would toy with Song Tan's emotions too!

For example, give her hope first—

"Song Tan, this white fungus soup is really delicious! Is this your family's white fungus? How do you sell it? Give me two jin!"

Then, shatter that hope ruthlessly—

"Ah, no, I can't buy that much, I've spent too much this month..."

She had to leave a loose end, pretending there was hope, so that she would keep trying to sell to her!

Wu Qianqian sat back on the sofa proudly.

However, the next moment, she heard Song Tan sigh: "Qianqian, you're such a nice person. But there are too many people pre-ordering right now. If you want a jin, I'm afraid there won't be enough for the other classmates... If you really want to buy some, I can spare you half a jin from our own supply."

Wu Qianqian:???