Long time no see, I've missed you so much.
Side quest, have you finally resurrected? Treating people to a meal right off the bat? That's ridiculous, but so full of character.
Carrying all the hardships of yesterday...
Two thousand gold coins right off the bat? Shen Nian was absolutely loving this.
How is this any different from a God of Wealth system with a 200% rebate?
Wait, why is there a time limit...
Spend ten thousand yuan within 48 hours...
Shen Nian rubbed his chin. He never thought he'd have to ponder a problem like "how to spend ten thousand yuan in two days."
Spending money actually isn't hard; the hard part is how to spend it reasonably.
He could top up in games. That was the simplest and crudest way, but Shen Nian definitely couldn't bring himself to dump ten thousand yuan into a game.
Back when he was addicted to gaming, he wouldn't have dared to think like this. Now that he was just a casual gamer, he even found the fifty-yuan monthly pass expensive.
Game top-ups were only suitable for topping off the balance.
Shen Nian transferred one hundred yuan to Xia Yanchun, then looked at the system screen. The progress remained 0/10000.
Moving money from the left hand to the right didn't work. It seemed a real transaction had to take place.
His shoulder was poked by a finger. Shen Nian snapped back to reality and looked at Xia Yanchun. "What's up?"
"Why did you send me money?"
"Hmm... not telling you."
"Tch, I didn't want to know anyway."
Xia Yanchun grunted. Free money was free money.
Everyone saw it; it was Shen Nian who insisted on paying her back, not her being stingy and refusing to settle the account.
"By the way, how much savings do you have? Show me." After a moment of silence, she covered her mouth and leaned into Shen Nian's ear to whisper.
"Eyeing my little treasury?"
"I just want to see. You haven't been fishing lately, so you must have spent most of it, right?"
"That's true."
Not only had he not spent it, but he had more and more. Money comes from the wind.
Shen Nian wasn't stupid enough to show Xia Yanchun his bank balance, but he did open his WeChat balance for her to see.
Twelve hundred.
Minus the two hundred Xia Yanchun sent, he originally had a thousand.
"And here I thought you were rich. Turns out you're poorer than me."
"How much do you have?"
"I'll let you, a poor ghost, have a look. Careful not to drool."
Xia Yanchun opened her mobile banking app to show him. Just the bank card had two thousand three hundred, and her WeChat Wealth had over a thousand more.
It was more than Shen Nian imagined.
Is this the little rich lady whose mom doesn't confiscate her Lunar New Year red envelopes? Terrifying.
"This doesn't look right. There are a lot of counterfeit bills in banks lately. Send your money to me and I'll check it for you."
"This is mobile banking."
"Mobile banking has counterfeit money too," Shen Nian said solemnly. "Haven't you heard? There's a virus lately that can transfer all the money in mobile banking and replace it with a fake balance. Transfer it to me and I'll check for you..."
Xia Yanchun blinked. "Will you return it to me then?"
"Of course. I'm a good person, Xia Yanchun."
"Then... okay then."
Xia Yanchun lowered her head to transfer the money.
[Xia Yanchun]: Transfer 0.01 (Note: For the idiot, a voluntary gift.)
She couldn't wait to see Shen Nian's face looking like he ate shit when he tapped open the phone and realized it was a 0.01 transfer.
"Pfft, hahahaha..."
Xia Yanchun couldn't hold it back herself and started giggling.
Shen Nian: ...
Who turned my Chunbao into this?
He didn't even look at the phone. Even if Chunbao wasn't laughing, he knew Chunbao was up to no good. If he clicked it to look, it would only prove he wanted to amuse Chunbao.
Don't underestimate the bond between arch-enemies, hey!
"What is Little Chun laughing about so happily? What were you guys talking about?" Shen Yue peeked over.
Xia Yanchun quickly snapped out of it. "Nothing, just talking bad about a classmate."
"The food is ready, stop chatting and let's eat."
"Starving." Shen Nian sat up straight and picked up his chopsticks.
Randomly selecting a dish placed by a lucky audience member.
Shen Nian snatched the chicken Shen Yue had just cooked with his chopsticks, dipped it in sauce, and swallowed it whole. It was so hot he was practically stir-frying it in his mouth.
"You'll get esophageal cancer eating like that." Xia Yanchun couldn't watch. She moved the food from the pot to her own bowl. "I'll let it cool here. You can pick it up yourself later if you want."
"Love it, love it."
"Love, love my ass!" Xia Yanchun's ear tips turned pink, looking angry and shy. Why did he have to say things like that in front of everyone again?
Is he that impatient to let others know? That dummy Shen Nian!
I really shouldn't have gotten close to him so fast. I should have strung him along a bit more to keep him honest.
"This dipping sauce is really good," Xia Herui laughed.
"Of course, I made it. How could it not be delicious?"
"The sesame sauce is nice..." Shen Shi buried his head and ate heartily.
Shen Nian rarely put food into the pot; he just ate what others cooked. Whatever was there, he ate.
He didn't mind if it was overcooked; high school boys aren't picky eaters.
He particularly loved the food Xia Yanchun put in. When a portion of tripe went down, he would always manage to fish it out into his own bowl right before Xia Yanchun planned to retrieve it.
Xia Yanchun would just glare at him unhappily and put in a fresh batch. Luckily, Shen Nian had ordered a lot, so she wasn't afraid he would eat all the tripe alone.
He loved that expression of "I can't stand you but I can't get rid of you."
It was a bit wicked, but that's how arch-enemies are. If Chunbao isn't convinced, we can just fast forward to being best friends forever.
Until the freshly cooked duck intestines were snatched away by Shen Nian in one go. Xia Yanchun couldn't take it anymore. Under the table, where no one could see, she lifted her foot and stepped on Shen Nian's foot.
"What's wrong?" Shen Nian turned his head to look at her.
"Keep pretending. Stop staring at mine to steal. Can't you put some in yourself? If not, go steal your sister's."
Shen Yue glared, practically hissing to guard her food.
Shen Nian pretended not to see. "I'm closer to you, it's convenient to snatch yours."
"Can't you put it in yourself?"
"Sorry, I thought you were the waitress responsible for cooking. My bad, my bad. I won't snatch yours next time."
"..."
Xia Yanchun's face got redder and puffier with anger. She moved her bowl to the side and refused to give Shen Nian the food that had cooled down.
Three people sat on individual sides, leaving the two youngest sitting together. It was quite spacious.
Different generations often have different topics. Xia Herui and Shen Shi talked about affairs in town, clinking their glasses together when they got excited. Shen Yue played on her phone while eating. Only Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun occasionally cursed at each other. Everyone had their own thing going on.
The hotpot bubbled vigorously, and puffs of steam were sucked away by the range hood overhead.
The shop was warm. The food was spicy, causing Xia Yanchun to stick out her tongue to inhale cool air every now and then, wiping her runny nose with a tissue, hissing from the heat.
Winter is all about hotpot.
Shen Nian stopped annoying Xia Yanchun and even put some side dishes in for her. Xia Yanchun hummed like a full little piglet. She had already put down her chopsticks, but she would eat a bite if Shen Nian placed it in her bowl.
"Full?" Shen Nian glanced at her.
"Mhm."
"Bird stomach. If someone like you went to a buffet, the owner would buy a Mercedes the next day."
"None of your business. Stop bossing me around."
"Don't you boss me around about drinking soda every day?"
"I'm doing that for your own good. Is that the same?"
Does she already possess the potential of a nightmare mom starting now? Shen Nian was scared to tears.
Xia Yanchun reclined on the bench, lazily stretching out her feet. Her pant legs weren't quite loose enough, riding up to reveal her pale ankles and the white lace socks peeking out from her shoes.
Shen Nian mimicked her posture, slumping against the backrest and going limp, dropping his foot directly onto hers.
"You're so heavy..." Xia Yanchun pushed him away with a look of feigned annoyance.
"Xia Yanchun..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to bug you."
"Dummy."
Shen Nian grinned. Then, right under her nose, his hand stealthily crept over, two fingers crawling their way onto her thigh.
"..."
Xia Yanchun pursed her lips, ultimately choosing to swat his hand away.
No funny business allowed!
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