A Young Woman's Heart

At the entrance of the pedestrian street, there was a small shop that looked like a security booth. There was a line of seven or eight people in front of it. Mo Xueyao looked inside but still couldn't figure out what they were selling.

"Xiaoyao, look, it looks like they're picking up booklets."

"booklet?"

"Yes, you can get stamps and points for buying things here, and those points can be redeemed for items."

"Huh, isn't that just like a membership card?" Mo Xueyao said, somewhat bored.

"It's different, it says... each store can only get one stamp per day, and you can get a stamp as long as you buy something, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with how much you spend."

"Oh... I guess it's so that everyone can come and browse every day?" Mo Xueyao understood what she meant. "Then, once you collect thirty, you can become a full member and get a 9.9% discount on all the items in the pedestrian street."

"...Such a stingy discount."

"You can even upgrade your membership level!"

"Grandma Jin is so good at business?" Mo Xueyao was a little surprised, but then she thought, if she didn't have a business mind, how could she have built such a big family business?

Even if these activities weren't her idea, they must have been the ideas of the people she recruited. A leader doesn't necessarily have to be very capable; they just need to know how to use people.

With a touch of curiosity, the four of them each received a stamped booklet.

The booklet begins with introductions to some of the most successful shops in the commercial street, and then the stamp page is at the back.

The entire page is divided into small squares, with one stamp corresponding to one square. Surprisingly, not every square has the same points.

Sometimes, even if there are four or five squares between you, one square will give you more points.

"What an amazing design..." Mo Xueyao exclaimed in amazement.

"What's even more amazing is that it seems to be completely random. Look, Xiaoyao, our scores are different!"

“Hmm, let me see… Oh, yes… they really are different.” Mo Xueyao compared the two’s points books and found that the total points were the same, but Wang Jiale had a section where every stamp gave three points, while hers were relatively more evenly distributed.

In this way, not only can you redeem a prize after the book is full of stamps, but the points you earn in the process also give you something to look forward to, since you don't necessarily have to collect all the stamps to redeem some things.

"Pretty much—like the pedestrian street near my house." Mika Hitomi was referring, of course, to her home in Japan.

“Although it’s just an imitation, it’s still quite advanced,” Mo Xueyao said, intentionally defending her country’s commercial street.

The four people who received the booklets walked further inside.

Another difference between commercial streets and shopping malls is that they are not strictly divided into areas according to the types of goods sold.

This makes the place even more random.

After all, shops are transferred every now and then, and new shops open every now and then. If you walk too fast, you will miss these shops. Therefore, people passing by will not ignore these shops. In a sense, it can also be regarded as a kind of publicity.

Girls often wander aimlessly when shopping, but perhaps they are the ones who truly enjoy shopping.

Huang Yuxi also seemed to have some girlish qualities—in many instances, Mo Xueyao felt that he was more suitable to be that girl than she was.

He and Sanhua Tongjue looked around curiously, and his memory was quite good; he could even remember which shops were different from the last time they came, that they had changed owners...

"Wow, dragon beard candy! Tongjue, have you ever tried it?"

"Hmm...? Hmm...no." Sanhua Tongjue stared at the small shop for a few moments, then finally shook her head. "Is it good?"

"Well, at first you'll find it delicious, but after a while it gets really cloying, it's super sweet."

"It'll make me fat." She licked her lips. "I'll just buy a little bit."

"Yeah, let's share it among the four of us!"

When girls buy snacks, they don't aim to fill their stomachs; often they just want to taste them.

So a group of people would buy a small portion and then share it.

This left Mo Xueyao feeling unsatisfied; she clearly wanted to eat more, but after one bite, it was all gone.

However, it must be admitted that this way of eating allows you to savor more of the delicious flavors.

However, some items are quite large in one serving, so it can be wasteful if you're eating out alone.

No wonder girls like to go shopping with their friends, now I understand why...

Mo Xueyao was lost in thought when she heard Wang Jiale exclaim in surprise. Then she saw her and Sanhua Tongjue run into a clothing store.

A sign with the words "Winter Special Offer!" hung at the entrance. Inside, winter clothing was sold, including thick down jackets, scarves, gloves, and other items.

The price left Mo Xueyao speechless.

A pair of ordinary gloves, with only slightly nice patterns, are selling for fifteen yuan.

"It's better to buy them at a street stall at night; a pair of really warm gloves only costs two or three yuan..."

"Well, it's no big deal to just look."

"Ok."

Mo Xueyao also noticed this: girls especially liked to go into stores and look around. In every store they entered, they seemed to really want to buy something, but if they didn't like it or it wasn't affordable enough, they would decisively turn around and leave.

"Boys probably wouldn't be this decisive..." she muttered to herself.

Guys either don't buy anything, or if they do enter a store, they've basically already checked it out. As long as the price isn't outrageous and the products are to their liking, they'll most likely buy something with the owner's enthusiastic recommendations. Otherwise, they'll feel embarrassed to leave.

Therefore, for boys, going into a store is something that requires careful consideration, unlike girls who will immediately go in if they find something interesting, and even if they ask a lot of questions but end up not buying anything, they will not feel embarrassed.

She admired him from the bottom of her heart for that.

"Phew... I'm tired." The sun had completely set outside, and Wang Jiale was finally exhausted from shopping. She held the paper bag in her right hand high and stretched. "Shall we find a place to sit down?"

"How about a coffee shop?" Sanhua Tongjue suggested.

"It's too expensive." Huang Yuxi held up the small whiteboard in her hand.

"It's alright, it's on me!" She shook the things she was carrying. "I can take stock of today's haul!"

The coffee shops and cafes on the pedestrian street are quite different. The decoration is exquisite but not luxurious, and the space inside is not large. The layout is a bit like a bar, with a row of seats around the bar and three or five tables and chairs next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, each of which can only seat a maximum of three people.

The owner cleaned a coffee cup and put it in the sterilizer, where it would be sterilized along with other cups later.

Behind the bar, on the counter, sat a vinyl record player playing Michael Jackson's classic songs.

What Mo Xueyao didn't know was that Hua Yinyin and Mr. Xue had been silently following behind for quite some time.

She was hiding around the corner, peeking half her head out and looking into the coffee shop through the floor-to-ceiling window, and Mr. Xue behind her did the same.

The two of them were playing a detective role-playing game...

"Damn it, Yaoyao was having so much fun with everyone..."

"Should we go say hello?" Mr. Xue patted her on the shoulder.

“Mmm—”

"Aren't you tired after walking for an hour?"

"well enough……"

"Let's go inside and say hello to them." Mr. Xue smiled, pushed open the door, and walked into the coffee shop.

Hua Yinyin was a little flustered. After standing there for a moment, she hurriedly followed.

"Huh?" Wang Jiale heard the wind chimes at the door and subconsciously turned her head. "Xiaoxue and Yinyin?"

"Yinyin?" Mo Xueyao turned her head with some confusion. "You're here too? What a coincidence."

"Hmph!" Hua Yinyin puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away, quite unlike her usual self who would pounce on Mo Xueyao as soon as she saw her.

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Chapter 195 The So-Called Positive Feedback (Part 1)

"What are you doing?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "You still came, huh?"

"whispering sound."

"Has Yinyin forgotten how to talk?" Wang Jiale asked jokingly.

"Hmph!" Hua Yinyin turned her body away angrily.

"Xiaoxue, come sit here." Mo Xueyao greeted Mr. Xue, once again ignoring Hua Yinyin.

The main reason is that she often acts silly. Although she seemed different today, who knows if she was just joking with everyone again?

Reality is always interesting; a person who is depressed all day and a person who is always smiling rarely receive care and comfort from others.

Both have one thing in common: no one else knows whether they are really in a bad mood.

"Gentlemen, do you have any special requests regarding the music?" The coffee shop owner, with a handsome mustache and brown-tinted glasses, spoke slowly and looked somewhat tired.

"Requirements?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback. "Um... none."

Perhaps it was because there were no other customers in the coffee shop that he was so earnest in asking about their needs?

"I have one! I want to listen to a serenade!"

"How about a pastoral nocturne?"

"Mmm!" Hua Yinyin nodded vigorously, moved a long stool from the side, and squeezed herself between Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale. "Hehe—Little Yaoyao~"

"What—?" Mo Xueyao's tone was quite impatient. "It's so crowded."

"Squeeze in a little to keep warm."

"The air conditioning was on in the shop." She pushed Hua Yinyin's little face away and pressed Wang Jiale for an answer, "And then what happened?"

"And then...? Well... that's how it is."

"No, what happens after that?"

"They must have broken up."

"what……"

"What are you talking about?" Hua Yinyin asked curiously, glancing at Mo Xueyao and then at Wang Jiale, but both of them ignored her.

"I hate men who beat their wives the most," Mo Xueyao muttered indignantly. "If the woman were vicious, that would be one thing, but she's such a good woman..."

"That's why honest people are always easy to bully." Wang Jiale nodded vigorously, and the owner behind the counter handed over the brewed coffee.

"Little girl, here's your coffee."