A Young Woman's Heart

"Bullshit!" Qiu Yi immediately retorted loudly, "I was the one who carried them all!"

"Okay, okay, why are you so eager to take credit? Are you a primary school student?" Ye Wen teased, using the unique tone between lovers, which was a bit playful and teasing, yet subtly sweet.

"Ah Wen, I heard there are a lot of books this time?" Mo Xueyao interrupted their bickering and brought the topic back on track.

Ye Wen nodded and took out one book after another for them, piling them together.

Each subject has more than two textbooks and more than four exercise books. As for the miscellaneous items such as draft notebooks and composition books distributed to students, there is an even bigger stack of them.

It's like a factory clearance sale, giving things away for free.

"Wow, so many..." Mo Xueyao felt that her schoolbag was already overflowing with all those exercise books.

"After all, the content of the second semester of senior year has to be covered together with the first semester of senior year."

"So urgent?"

"That's how it is. I was the same way back then. The last semester of my senior year was basically all about reviewing." Ye Wen sighed and said earnestly, "The coming year is going to be tough. If you want to have fun, take advantage of these few days to indulge yourself."

Mo Xueyao nudged Li Wanyan's arm as if she had received a token of approval: "Look, Wanyan, Wen said that you shouldn't be memorizing books and doing homework these days. Let's go out and play!"

"Wenwen, I've brought you the new roster. I've taken a look, and it seems there haven't been any changes in the personnel."

"Okay~" Ye Wen pushed the two stacks of books to Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, "Here, you two check them and see if anything is missing. The textbooks should be there..."

"many……"

"Um, so, do you have anything planned for today?"

"What?" Mo Xueyao instinctively felt that nothing good was going to happen.

"Hehe, if you're free, stay and help out."

"I want to go home and sleep..." Mo Xueyao gave a very real reason.

"Then, class monitor, shall we stay and help?"

“Okay.” Li Wanyan never refused her teacher’s request.

"Hey, Wen, you're exploiting our labor!"

"Being a class monitor is bound to be a bit busy!"

Mo Xueyao tilted her head, pouted, and retorted, "It's a holiday now!"

"Why don't you stay and help out too? That would make things go faster."

"...So what exactly are we supposed to do?"

"Divide the books into forty portions, just like I did for you earlier. Each portion contains all the books for one student." Ye Wen turned her head slightly and winked. "Once we're done, I'll treat you to egg tarts!"

"Egg tarts!!" Mo Xueyao immediately perked up. "Okay!!"

In this day and age, ice cream isn't something we eat very often, let alone egg tarts, which symbolize high prices.

KFC does sell it, but I probably wouldn't normally buy it.

Being able to buy a hamburger or a fried chicken leg would be considered a good deal...

……

Chapter 83 Past Family Background

The work at the convenience store wasn't busy.

But there's always work to do for half the day.

These are all small, miscellaneous tasks, such as mopping the floor, wiping the counter, checking expiration dates, or moving goods from the warehouse to the shelves.

When customers arrive, they simply scan the product label with the same barcode scanner as in supermarkets. They don't need to calculate it themselves; the final price is displayed on the small computer screen.

That is, for items sold next to the counter, such as corn, sausages, and bento boxes, you need to manually enter the price.

Once you get used to it, it's as easy as pressing buttons on a calculator.

She herself is always busy. When she has finished everything that needs to be done in the shop and there are not many customers, she either knits or lies on the cutting board writing something.

When guests arrive, she stops working, and once they leave, she resumes her tasks.

It's always like this, intermittent throughout the day.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Some leisurely time.

"Ding-dong." The automatic doors of the convenience store opened to both sides, and a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked into the store, glanced at the row of cigarette cabinets behind Pan Jiexiang, and said, "Give me a pack of Furongwang cigarettes and a lighter."

"Okay, is there anything else you'd like?"

"Give me another piece of dried tofu."

Pan Jiexiang then handed the cigarette to the other person first, and then put the dried tofu in a paper cup.

The other party handed over a fifty-yuan bill. Pan Jiexiang shone a money detector light on it before accepting it.

"It's really nice that they've set up a small supermarket here," the man said with a casual laugh.

"Isn't the renovation great?" Pan Jiexiang nodded, her tone carrying a hint of a smile.

"good."

This was just small talk between a customer and a shop assistant.

The man left with the change, and Pan Jiexiang lowered her head again, her gaze returning to the letter.

But a few seconds later, the automatic door opened again.

Her thoughts were interrupted once again. This time, it wasn't a guest who entered, but her own daughter, Li Wanyan.

Pan Jiexiang calmly put the letter back in the drawer below, and looked at her with a smile: "Yanyan, what's wrong?"

Although the heavy rain had stopped, a misty drizzle was still falling outside.

Even after walking such a short distance, Li Wanyan's head was still covered in water droplets.

However, they didn't wet the hair yet; it dried quickly with just a little touch.

"Mom, I made a cake in the rice cooker, want to try it?"

"Oh? Hehe, didn't I teach you this? You only did it once."

“Hmm.” Li Wanyan’s eyes seemed to gleam slightly. “They only ate a small piece; the rest they ate.”

“Okay, Mom will try it.” Pan Jiexiang habitually referred to herself as such, picked up the soft cake and put it in her mouth, taking a small bite.

Li Wanyan rested her elbows on the counter, half her body bent over, her eyes fixed on her: "How is it?"

"Mmm, it's delicious! Yan Yan has already surpassed me, her mother!"

"No, if Mom makes it carefully, it tastes much better than what I make." Li Wanyan shook her head gently, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she stood up, leaned against the counter, and stared unfocusedly at the hot dogs that were slowly turning in the sausage grill.

"Want some?"

"Huh?" She paused, then quickly shook her head. "No."

"Oh, stay here for a while? I don't have anything else to do anyway."

“Okay,” she replied immediately, as if she had been waiting for this very sentence.

"Sit there?"

"No need, standing is fine."

The convenience store suddenly fell silent again.

The rain outside started to fall again, and the wind blew the raindrops obliquely onto the window, blurring the view.

A black Hongqi sedan suddenly drove up from a distance, with several other black Santanas vaguely escorting it on either side.

It seems another important person has been hospitalized.

Such scenes are not uncommon at Zhejiang Cancer Hospital.

I think I'll run into someone about once a month on average.

Both of them instinctively looked over there.

Pan Jiexiang suddenly smiled and asked, "Yan Yan, do you know what your mother's family was like before?"

Li Wanyan lay on the warm sausage grill, her expression serene.

Although she didn't speak, she had already expressed that she wanted to continue listening.

Pan Jiexiang didn't continue speaking. Instead, she handed her a lollipop, her wrinkled face beaming with undisguised joy: "You're becoming more and more like her."

"who."

"Xiaoyao, your best friend."

"……No."

"You wouldn't have lay so casually on these things before."

Li Wanyan immediately stood up straight, two red clouds rising on her cheeks: "I used to be like that too."

"No, no, no, you never used to make excuses like this."

"..."

“But it’s cute, that’s good, isn’t it, Yan Yan? It means that your current life makes you feel no pressure.” Pan Jiexiang’s tone suddenly became heavy again. “Sigh, it’s because your mother didn’t give you a good family.”

Li Wanyan reached out and pinched a strand of hair that had fallen down her temple, feeling a little uncomfortable: "I don't care about those things."

"I don't think I've ever told you... I've only mentioned it occasionally." Pan Jiexiang stood up, poured Li Wanyan a steaming glass of water, and handed it to her. "Are you on your period today?"

"Hmm." Li Wanyan took the paper cup, seemingly unsurprised.

In the past, my mother could tell at a glance whether I had started my period or not, and her calculations were quite accurate, with almost no major errors.

"Drink more warm drinks, okay? Does it still hurt every time?"

"It's much better than before."

"Thanks a lot."