Without turning around, Lin Mo knew it was Jiang Yunlu calling him from behind.
However, from what he knew, Jiang Yunlu usually had her meals delivered to the school gate every day.
Turning to look, sure enough—
Jiang Yunlu was holding an exquisite lunchbox in her hand.
“What’s up?” Lin Mo stood where he was.
Dressed in loose military training clothes, Jiang Yunlu didn’t show off much of her figure, but the way she bounced around exuded an unmistakable youthful charm.
Many boys at the school gate couldn’t help but steal glances at her.
Jiang Yunlu skipped over to Lin Mo.
“Are you going out to buy food?”
“Yeah, want me to bring you something?” Lin Mo asked casually.
Others might not know, but Lin Mo was well aware of Jiang Yunlu’s situation.
Her family was strict, so she rarely got to eat street food.
And the more a girl was forbidden from something, the more she wanted to try it.
Sometimes it was delicious street snacks; other times, it was guys with dyed hair riding motorcycles.
Fortunately, Goat City had banned motorcycles.
And at this time, electric bikes weren’t widespread yet.
So the only thing that could tempt Jiang Yunlu was street food.
Jiang Yunlu’s eyes sparkled.
“Really?”
“Yeah, but you’ll have to pay,” Lin Mo said seriously.
Jiang Yunlu nodded eagerly. “Then can I get some fries? And a grilled sausage! I’ve wanted to try them for so long.”
Lin Mo glanced at the lunchbox in her hand but didn’t object, simply heading toward the backstreet.
“Hey, I haven’t given you the money yet.”
“It’s fine, I’ll collect it when I deliver.”
Watching Lin Mo’s retreating figure, Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.
Mostly because she was about to get her hands on fries and a grilled sausage.
In her family’s eyes, these were junk food—strictly off-limits.
All she was allowed were imported snacks bought by her parents.
But to outsiders, this kind of restriction might seem like she was “unaware of her own good fortune.”
Jiang Yunlu returned to her seat but didn’t open her lunchbox right away. Instead, she waited eagerly for Lin Mo to come back.
With Lin Mo gone, no one else sat in his seat, which made her relax a little.
Back in middle school, she’d always been seated next to girls—that way, no boys would try to strike up conversations with her.
But she didn’t mind having Lin Mo as her deskmate.
Quietly, Jiang Yunlu pulled out her iPhone 4 and started playing Fruit Ninja.
Before long, a transparent plastic bag was placed on her desk.
“Here, your fries and grilled sausage.”
Each item was packed separately to avoid mixing flavors, and Lin Mo had even drizzled ketchup over the fries.
These weren’t from some chain store—just a small fried-food stall in the backstreet, popular not just with Guangba Middle School students but also locals.
The taste wasn’t anything extraordinary, but the portions were generous—five yuan bought you a whole bag.
“Wow! There’s so much!” Jiang Yunlu looked up at the heaping bag of fries, then beamed at Lin Mo. “Thank you, Lin Mo!”
“No problem. But you still owe me—one-fifty for the sausage, five for the fries. WeChat or… wait, do you have cash?”
Lin Mo facepalmed. He’d forgotten that while WeChat existed, mobile payments weren’t a thing yet.
Alipay wouldn’t become mainstream until next year.
Right now, cash was still king.
Jiang Yunlu turned, rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a ten-yuan bill.
“Here, keep the change.”
Lin Mo took the money from the little rich girl but added,
“Consider it three-fifty credit with me. Fifty cents is my delivery fee—enough for two more sausages later.”
Jiang Yunlu’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”
It wasn’t like no boys had ever offered her snacks before.
But Jiang Yunlu had learned early that “there’s no free lunch.”
So she usually politely declined.
This time, though, she was paying for it herself—even tipping for the service—so she felt no guilt.
Lin Mo tapped the desk.
“Eat up. Fries get soggy fast.”
Jiang Yunlu nodded vigorously and decided to start with the grilled sausage.
The sausage was just a cheap, deep-fried wiener—greasy but delicious.
One bite, and her mouth was flooded with rich, savory oil.
So good.
As Jiang Yunlu dug in, Lin Mo unwrapped his takeout—Guilin rice noodles.
Since he had a big appetite, he’d bought two portions and combined them.
The aroma wasn’t as pungent as the later-famous luosifen, but it was strong enough to catch Jiang Yunlu’s attention.
Lin Mo felt a pair of eyes on him and turned to see Jiang Yunlu staring hopefully.
“What?”
He hadn’t realized she was such a foodie.
Jiang Yunlu glanced between Lin Mo and his noodles, then quickly opened her own lunchbox.
A light, fragrant steam rose from it—shrimp, chicken wings, glistening braised pork, and neatly arranged vegetables.
A perfectly balanced, visually appealing meal now sat before Lin Mo.
No doubt, it looked delicious.
“Can we… trade a little?”
Lin Mo sighed, then relented under her pleading gaze.
“Fine, here.”
He scooped a portion of noodles into her lunchbox and took one of the plump shrimp in return.
It was probably a jumbo black tiger shrimp—huge and meaty.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t used these chopsticks yet.”
Jiang Yunlu happily took a bite of the noodles.
“Mmm~ This ish sho good!”
Her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk’s as she stuffed her mouth.
Lin Mo gave her another chopstickful.
“That’s it. I need to eat too.”
With that, he slurped up his own share.
Jiang Yunlu’s eyes curved happily as she nibbled on a fry.
Though it had softened, she still found it delicious.
She ate slowly, leaving more than half of her lunch untouched, but the fries had already filled her up.
Lin Mo, meanwhile, had finished his noodles.
He pointed at her leftovers.
“Still eating?”
“I’m full,” she waved.
“Then I’ll take it.” Lin Mo picked up her lunchbox and dumped the contents into his takeout container.
“Huh?!” Jiang Yunlu bolted upright, watching in shock as her food disappeared into his box.
“Y-you… that’s not proper!”
“You were just going to throw it away anyway, right?”
Lin Mo ate without a care. Honestly, if the noodle portions had been bigger, he wouldn’t have bothered.
Jiang Yunlu’s face flushed as she watched him finish her leftovers. (////▽////)q
But remembering he’d given her some of his food—leaving him still hungry—she felt a little guilty.
So in the end, she said nothing.
Meanwhile, the boys who’d been watching Jiang Yunlu from afar felt their hearts shatter.
It was like watching their goddess slip away.
Su Mingzhao, in particular, gritted his teeth in frustration.
“Why does Lin Mo get all the luck?”
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