I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 21 Jealous People Should Enjoy Their Blessings

Unlike most young girls, Sang Yuke is quite large. Even in flat shoes, she is over 1.75 meters tall. She has a large frame, which makes a skinny girl look frail in comparison.

Zhang Daxiang estimated that she weighed about 130 or 140 pounds, or maybe even more.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; you really need to be in good shape to hang two "big peaches".

He doesn't have many ideas, and he's very easygoing. If Zhang Daxiang says he wants to eat, he'll go eat; if he says he wants to see a movie, he'll go see a movie. He's really not picky at all.

After strolling around the old streets of the city and glancing at the gold and silver jewelry, Sang Yuke had originally thought about buying a bouquet of flowers to add a touch of "ceremony," but then decided it would be better to buy two bags of fresh vegetables...

Such a high-quality 19-year-old girl, before his rebirth, Zhang Daxiang estimated that it would cost at least three million.

So they found a teahouse to rest for half a day, read magazines and comics, listened to vinyl records and drank various beverages one after another, letting Sang Yuke enjoy herself to the fullest.

She was very enthusiastic about these "small advantages," and while she was full of fighting spirit, she also felt a strong sense of "stealing."

This teahouse was run by a sister-in-law from my family, so I didn't have to pay any money, which made Sang Yuke feel like she got a good deal.

"How about we just grab something simple for dinner? There's a noodle shop nearby that makes pretty good steamed buns, and we can also have a minced pork and bamboo shoot noodle soup, that should be about right."

"Steamed bun?"

"Oh, it's xiaolongbao."

"Okay, I don't have any dietary restrictions."

"That's good. I was worried you might like noodles, but the noodles here are all machine-made, and they have a strong fishy smell, not as good as the ones from the north."

"I can knead the dough myself, so I can make it myself if I want to eat it."

"what?"

This surprised Zhang Daxiang. On the way to the noodle shop, carrying bags of noodles, Zhang Daxiang asked curiously, "You were supposed to be a senior in high school? You still have time to learn how to make noodles?"

"I didn't get into high school..."

When this was mentioned, Sang Yuke blushed immediately, her usual poise turning into shyness.

After ordering their food and getting their tickets at the noodle shop, Zhang Daxiang asked, "Did you attend a vocational high school or a technical secondary school?"

"I...I didn't get into vocational school or technical secondary school either..."

Sang Yuke, blushing, lowered her head and then secretly glanced at Zhang Daxiang, who looked completely bewildered.

Today was also the first time she had seen the legendary "one person, twelve incense sticks". Before, she had been shown a photo of Zhang Daxiang leading his brothers to go fishing. He was holding a pole and standing at the bow of the boat. Although he did not have obvious abs and was even covered with a layer of fat, his abs were very attractive.

This made Sang Yuke think that her future manager wasn't so bad after all...

He at least appears to be someone who can get things done.

When she heard from the Zhang family aunts that the future manager hadn't gone to university, she was overjoyed, feeling that they were "in the same boat" and that they were practically the same.

After listening to the details, I learned that the future shopkeeper himself didn't plan to study anymore, not that he was too bad at studying to get into university.

Especially when she heard that her future manager had excellent academic performance, she felt like her world had collapsed.

How can you be so capable?

"So...where did you go to school after you finished junior high? Logically speaking, your family was quite well-off back then."

"I went to my cousin's house to learn tailoring; it's a skill..."

"..."

Logically speaking, this is a good example of self-reliance, but for some reason, the phrase "I also failed to get into a vocational school" still echoed in Zhang Daxiang's mind.

No… Sister, that’s so old-fashioned. In Zhang Daxiang’s memory, whether it was Earth before his rebirth or Earth now, vocational schools were for students’ tuition fees, not their grades.

what happened to you?
"So you can now tailor clothes yourself?"

"I know a little, but I haven't finished my apprenticeship yet. But I don't need to finish my apprenticeship now. I'll just make clothes for my family from now on."

"That's true, turning your craft into a hobby is not bad."

As we were chatting, the bell rang at the food pick-up area, and someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "Number 18—"

"I'll go get the noodles."

Two bowls of minced pork and bamboo shoot noodles, and two baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). This noodle shop's xiaolongbao come in baskets of twelve, and their specialty is having lots of filling.

Because it was a little hot, Zhang Daxiang ate it very carefully. Just as he was about to say "Be careful, it's hot," he saw Sang Yuke pick up the vinegar bottle and pour it over the xiaolongbao.

"This is similar to soup dumplings. There's a lot of soup inside. You can bite a hole first, suck out the soup, and then eat it."

"I just really like being jealous..."

Nani? !
Zhang Daxiang's body trembled instantly. Of course, he had already trembled several times today, so one more time wouldn't make a difference.

I initially thought that Sang Yuke's words might have a double meaning, with "jealousy" having a deeper connotation. However, it seems that to confirm her statement that "I also failed to get into a vocational high school or technical secondary school," she really does like to be jealous.

Literally, I like it.

Of course, she also likes to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

Zhang Daxiang was starting to wonder if people's lips, mouths, and esophagi were different. Wasn't this damn hot?

However, after seven or eight minutes, his focus shifted from whether it was too hot to whether he could hold his food.

"Shall I go get two more cages?"

"Hmm, good, this xiaolongbao is quite delicious."

"wait for me."

He got up and ordered two more baskets. When he brought them over, he casually placed the empty baskets aside. After sitting down, Zhang Daxiang smiled and said, "My brothers, when they were young, all loved eating xiaolongbao (steamed buns) just like you. I don't really like those; I prefer minced pork and bamboo shoot noodles. Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter if there's meat or not, as long as there are bamboo shoots..."

So they ate and chatted, with Sang Yuke eating attentively and Zhang Daxiang observing her more closely.

It must be said that, apart from the fact that the "peach" is indeed large, Sang Yuke's eyes are also quite big, though she has a slightly naive look. Her uncle, who is a Taoist priest, said that she brings good fortune to her husband, but I don't know if that's true.

Anyway, they have a good appetite, which is a good thing.

Sang Yuke, who was still pouring vinegar over herself, suddenly blushed as she ate and whispered, "Did I eat a little too much?"

"No, no, no, being able to eat well is a good thing in the Zhang family, regardless of gender. The family motto is 'eat your fill and eat well.' There are a few old ladies, in their seventies and eighties, who can eat a basket and a half of steamed buns in one go, and they can also bring along a 'sesame seed dumpling' and a bowl of tofu pudding..."

As he spoke, Zhang Daxiang explained to Sang Yuke what "Ma Jianjiao" was, a kind of breakfast snack. After hearing that it was a triangular pasta similar to a sesame seed cake, she immediately became interested and felt that she could make it herself.

After devouring forty xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), Sang Yuke still managed to finish a bowl of noodles. As she left, her lips were glistening with oil, and she let out a satisfied sigh. "Manager, when I have a baby, I'll bring it here to eat too."

"..."

Zhang Daxiang, who remained silent, glanced at Sang Yuke's inexplicably confident expression. He wanted to make a joke to tease her, but seeing her prosperous and affluent appearance and her extremely straightforward words, he refrained from being witty and instead asked, "What does the shopkeeper mean?"

"..."

That prosperous and peaceful appearance of the country was immediately "ruined," and he hesitated and mumbled softly, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

(End of this chapter)