Chapter 109 Eat quickly, don't be crazy.

Since the school was nearby, Jiang Ruoting also had to come home for lunch at noon.

At this moment.

She was holding the BJD doll Ling Yue had bought her, unable to put it down.

"This exquisite head, I have three of them!

These eyeballs are so lifelike!!

Ancient style, modern, European style... a full six sets of clothes!!!

If my classmates knew, they would definitely die of envy!"

Jiang Ruoting was so happy she was about to faint.

Before fainting, she tightly gripped Ling Yue's hand. "My mean sister actually made such an angel friend.

Angel Sister, thank you for the gift, I love it so much!

But I have no way to repay you. How about this, are you looking for a younger sister? What do you think of me? I can even change my surname."

"Hey, look at my temper." Song Xinyao rolled up her sleeves. "Who are you calling mean?"

She reached out and twisted Jiang Ruoting's ear, like twisting a motorcycle handle.

Jiang Ruoting cried out in pain, standing on her tiptoes to argue with Song Xinyao, not forgetting to hold her doll. "You're mean, you're mean!"

"Give me back the money you scammed from the stall yesterday." Song Xinyao used her strongest method of attack.

"My sister is the best sister in the world! Just as good as Angel Sister!" Jiang Ruoting instantly switched to obedient mode, thinking that a wise person submits to circumstances.

Song Xinyao let go and put her hands on her hips. "Mom, Jiang Ruoting said she wants to change her surname!"

"You little brat, your whole body must itch if you don't act up for a day. Beat her for me," Mother Jiang's roar came from the courtyard.

"Song Xinyao, you're not playing fair!" Jiang Ruoting said petulantly.

Song Xinyao cracked her knuckles. "Jiang Ruoting, I'll show you what not playing fair really looks like."

"Ah!!"

The two sisters began to chase each other around the house.

Jiang Ruoting was like an eel, slippery and hard to catch.

Song Xinyao was like Wu Song fighting the tiger, every punch hitting home.

Ling Yue took the tea Zang Lanyi had poured and took a small sip.

She was using the 'Famille Rose Peach and Plum Garden Night Banquet' tea set she had brought today.

Father Song said: An item's greatest value is only realized when it is used at the most favored and happiest times.

He also said: Since the gift-giver spent the money, the gift-giver themselves should naturally enjoy it too.

For this reason, he brought out the tea leaves he had treasured for many years.

At this moment, while drinking tea and watching the chase, the background sound of a comedy sketch played on the TV.

Ling Yue didn't find it noisy; instead, she was used to it, likely because she had experienced it often during university.

Lunch was very sumptuous.

A full seven dishes and one soup.

There was chicken, duck, fish, and meat—everything you could want.

The two sisters had reconciled as if nothing had happened.

At the dining table, they performed the drama of putting food in each other's bowls: 'Sister, try this,' 'Little sis, eat this.'

Hearing that Ling Yue was unwell, the lunch was very light, and even the rice was steamed to be moist and soft for easy digestion.

Ling Yue ate a full large bowl of rice and didn't dare eat more because she felt a bit full.

Meanwhile, Zang Lanyi had already finished three bowls of rice!

Ling Yue looked at her with envy.

It's so good; when will I be able to recover to that state?

Zang Lanyi was devouring her food with gusto when she suddenly felt a burning gaze beside her.

She looked over and found her boss staring straight at her.

Zang Lanyi suddenly shivered, her eyes darted around, and she said rather unintelligently, "Miss, it's been a long time since I saw you eat so much!"

The other four people at the table suddenly paused and turned their heads to stare blankly at Ling Yue.

...

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Ling Yue instantly stopped being envious. "...Eat faster, don't go crazy."

This Zang Lanyi!

When she kept a cold face and didn't speak, she barely looked astute.

But her 'introvert's astute look' only existed before she got familiar with someone; once she was comfortable, her true nature was exposed.

After the meal.

Jiang Ruoting kissed her BJD doll and reluctantly returned to school.

Father Song washed the dishes and came out, wiping his hands.

Seeing his wife, daughter, and guests sitting in the living room watching TV, he took the initiative to suggest:

"Xinyao, why don't you take Yueyue out for a walk? Didn't she come here for a trip? It's so boring staying at home."

Song Xinyao barely managed to sit up from her slumped position on the sofa. "Oh, I just finished eating, where would I get the energy to go out?"

"How about going upstairs for a nap?" Mother Jiang patted her daughter's leg and then looked at Ling Yue and Zang Lanyi. "There aren't extra rooms in the house. Why don't you, Yueyue, sleep with Xinyao, and your friend can sleep in Xiao Ting's room?"

Zang Lanyi waved her hand in refusal. "Thank you, Auntie, but I don't take naps."

During her close protection duty, she could only revolve around her boss.

She had to stay awake while her boss napped; this was professional etiquette.

"The young girl really has plenty of energy." Mother Jiang's eyes were full of envy, thinking that if her daughter had this kind of drive and physique, she would surely fall ill less often.

Zang Lanyi raised her left hand and clenched her fist tightly, her muscles bulging under the thin spring clothing. "I practice martial arts."

"That's wonderful, your health is so good!" Mother Jiang's eyes lit up, she clapped sincerely and even tried to reach out and touch her muscles.

Song Xinyao scratched her chin, her carb-heavy brain suddenly clearing for a moment. "Ah! I remember now!

Mom, I have something to tell you."

Mother Jiang instantly withdrew her hand, clutching her startled heart. "You're so old and yet still so loud and improper. What is it?"

Before Song Xinyao could speak, she was interrupted by a crisp knock at the door.

Immediately after, the partially closed courtyard gate was pushed open, and a warm voice came in:

"Sister Jiang, Sister Jiang, are you home?"

The people sitting in the living room all looked toward the door.

"Qianhua, why are you here? Quick, come in and sit." Mother Jiang waved to the person in the courtyard.

Huang Qianhua lifted the door curtain and entered. "Do you have guests today? Will I be a bother... Eh, it's you!"

Ling Yue wasn't forgetful and recognized Huang Qianhua almost at a glance. "Auntie Huang."

Mother Jiang's gaze shifted between the two for a moment. "Do you know each other?"

Ling Yue: "I even invited Auntie Huang to work for me last night."

Huang Qianhua: "This little sister bought clothes at my shop yesterday."

The two spoke almost in unison.

Yet they gave different answers.

Mother Jiang was stunned, not quite understanding.

What did buying clothes have to do with working?

To prevent things from getting complicated, Ling Yue took the initiative to explain the whole story of how she met Huang Qianhua, and finally sighed:

"This really is too coincidental!

The good friend who knows embroidery that Auntie Huang mentioned wouldn't happen to be Aunt Jiang, would it?"

Huang Qianhua nodded slightly. "Yes, you told me to consider it carefully last night. I thought I should discuss it with my good friend. I didn't expect you and Sister Jiang to know each other too?"

The words carried a tone of inquiry.

Ling Yue guessed that Huang Qianhua probably mistakenly thought that because she didn't get the answer she wanted immediately, she had turned around and found Mother Jiang. This move looked like poaching no matter how you viewed it.

Ling Yue smiled faintly. "Xinyao and I were university classmates. We met by chance at the night market last night, and today I was invited to her home as a guest."

"So the qipao shop you mentioned to me upstairs just now is Auntie Huang's shop. The world really is too small." Song Xinyao put her arm around Ling Yue's shoulder, her face full of surprise.

Seeing that Song Xinyao and Ling Yue were close, the smile on Huang Qianhua's face became more genuine, and all the doubts in her heart immediately vanished.