Shen Que immediately brought over the swill bucket and handed it to Jiang Cheng first thing.
Jiang Cheng calmly took it and said thank you.
In preparation to splash the swill, Lin’s father and Lin’s old lady waited forever for support that never came.
They thought having two elders speak up would gain some sympathy from the courtyard, to morally coerce Jiang Cheng.
Yet they waited in vain, as not a single person stood up to speak for them.
The Lin Family completely forgot about the orders of headwear and cloth dolls Jiang Cheng brought for the whole Fourth-Fifth Alley.
Though "show me the money" sounds crude, Jiang Cheng truly benefits everyone, so who would want to offend her?
Even if the Lin Family climbed up to the Yang Family, the Yang Family doesn’t pay them money.
"Fine, fine, fine! Ungrateful!"
"Mom, let’s go."
Lin’s father helped Lin’s old lady and retreated in a panic.
Jiang Cheng cut in, "Crazy."
"Give me back the bucket."
Shen Que took back the swill bucket, and Grandma Shen seized the moment to say, "Come over for dinner."
"Alright!"
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Cheng cast the Lin Family out of her mind.
The Lin Family’s motives weren’t hard to guess, especially after Director Lu analyzed the situation at the machinery factory for her today.
Director Lu was afraid she’d impulsively wade in and cause trouble for herself.
It seemed the candidate Lin Chengyuan supported wasn’t the same as the one who sought Director Lu.
Jiang Cheng had never thought about getting involved in the affairs of the machinery factory.
Dinner was handmade noodles.
Jiang Cheng liked it so much she had an extra bowl.
"Grandma Shen, your cooking skills have improved!"
Grandma Shen blandly accepted the compliment.
"I didn’t make it; Shen Que did."
Jiang Cheng looked at Shen Que, who was holding his bowl, a serious expression lightly tempered by a smile.
"If you like it, I can make it again next time. I learned from our mess hall leader."
"I like it, especially the chewiness!"
Jiang Cheng’s straightforward praise made Shen Que grunt in agreement, his head down, eating the noodles, not lifting his head for quite some time.
Shen Yue, unclear about what was happening, looked at her own bowl and then at Shen Que’s bowl.
Could it be that her brother’s bowl was bigger?
Shen Xing was also a bit puzzled, always feeling that her brother acted a bit abnormal in front of Sister Jiang Cheng.
As for how he was abnormal, Shen Xing didn’t know.
This was completely outside his realm of knowledge.
Under Grandma Shen’s watchful eye, everyone else seemed drunk, but she alone remained sober.
After dinner, Shen Xing went to wash the bowls, and Jiang Cheng returned next door to study with her study group.
Tonight’s midnight snack was small dumpling soup, fresh and tasty, warming her whole body once eaten.
Everything proceeded as usual: the usual routine, the usual plans.
The next day, Shen Que went to take Shen Xing and Shen Yue to school, while Jiang Cheng left the big courtyard and went straight to the food factory.
Halfway there, Jiang Cheng was stopped.
The person stopping her was Lin Chengyuan.
Today, Lin Chengyuan wore small leather shoes and slicked his hair with oil until it was shiny.
Thinking himself dashing, he leaned against the wall with one foot, spreading his arms when he saw Jiang Cheng approach.
Jiang Cheng didn’t even clearly see who it was. She stopped just in time and felt a bit regretful.
She should’ve just bumped into him.
"Lin Chengyuan, a good dog doesn’t block the way."
Lin Chengyuan was not angry, pretending to be poised as he looked at Jiang Cheng.
"Jiang Cheng, I’ve never asked you for anything, can you help me just this once?"
Lin Chengyuan spoke deeply, his eyes fixed on Jiang Cheng.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng finally understood.
Lin Chengyuan was trying to use what he thought was a handsome man trick!
Pfft! Disgusting!
"Get lost!"
One word, "get lost", summed up all of Jiang Cheng’s responses.

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