Xiao Jiang went to the black market.
She wasn’t selling anything, just buying a little, using the black market as an excuse to take out some items from her space.
These past few days, she had been eating at the Shen Family’s place. No matter how nice they were, it wasn’t a long-term solution.
So last night before bed, Xiao Jiang told Grandma Shen about her plan to go to the black market the next morning.
Grandma Shen had also been there before, and carefully explained some precautions to Xiao Jiang, which she noted down mentally.
Around 4:30 in the morning, after some twists and turns, Xiao Jiang paid a twenty-cent entrance fee and entered the black market.
Everyone had their faces covered, whether they were buyers or sellers.
The transactions were quick, bargaining was done in whispers, and people left as soon as they completed their purchases.
Xiao Jiang unobtrusively bought two jins of eggs, three jins of high-quality flour, one jin of millet, a pumpkin, and a handful of chives.
Lastly, she bought a tea mug and a washbasin.
She placed everything in the basket and discreetly left without drawing any attention.
Upon returning to the courtyard, Xiao Jiang quickly went into her room. Even if someone saw her, they pretended not to notice.
This was everyone’s shared secret.
A piece of old clothing covered Xiao Jiang’s basket, so Grandma Shen couldn’t see what was inside, and she didn’t intend to look.
For long-term interactions, one must know their boundaries.
Back in her own room, Xiao Jiang took out the chives, eggs, and high-quality flour.
"Grandma Shen, shall we make dumplings for dinner?"
Grandma Shen glanced at the items on the table.
A bit much, a bit pricey.
"Grandma Shen, I have night school and work, no time, could you help?"
Grandma Shen looked at the pitiful expression on Xiao Jiang’s face and said, speechlessly, "Stop with your tricks."
She knew Xiao Jiang wanted to improve their meals, but Grandma Shen, who had been frugal all her life, was reluctant.
But then, the things weren’t hers.
Xiao Jiang chuckled, slung her shoulder bag, and walked towards the door.
"I’m serious, these things would be wasted in my hands, my cooking skills are really average."
Grandma Shen raised her head and smiled, "It’s the first time I’ve seen you so modest."
Being modest... she found it somewhat unusual.
Standing at the door, Xiao Jiang paused, holding the door frame with one hand, her back facing Grandma Shen, remaining motionless.
Her silhouette was desolate.
Grandma Shen wondered if she had gone too far with her words just now.
"Grandma Shen..."
"Huh?"
"You always manage to find my strengths! I admit, being too excellent is also a kind of trouble."
Grandma Shen, exasperated, rolled her eyes and said:
"You... just get going!"
Hearing this, Xiao Jiang turned around, grinning broadly, her voice loud and clear.
"As you command! I’m looking forward to the dumplings!"
Xiao Jiang walked away happily.
Grandma Shen sat alone in the chair, shaking her head and smiling.
This child, what has she been raised on?
She truly is... particularly endearing.
Grandma Shen immediately decided that since they were going to eat dumplings, she would add some meat and make it a good meal.
Xiao Jiang was unaware of Grandma Shen’s plan; she was heading to the recycling station at that moment.
As with the previous day, she cleaned up simply, did the registration, and read during her free time.
Sister Wang arrived at ten, knitting a sweater while chatting with Xiao Jiang.
After two days, Xiao Jiang learned that Sister Wang’s family was well-off before she got married and even better off after.
She’s like the chosen one, destined to have a lucky life.
Sister Wang’s job at the recycling station was purely because it was easy work for her.

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