This lesbian is too good at talking! I can't afford to offend her!

Chapter 316 Chen Shuning brings cans to lead roommates to make pickles

"Comrades, I'm back! Come and greet me."

Chen Shuning pushed open the dormitory door and stood at the doorway, smiling and shouting, "I brought back some fried soybean paste and shrimp paste. Let's go to the cafeteria to buy some steamed buns and eat them tonight."

Jiang Heping put down his book, hurried over, took the travel bag, and suggested with a smile, "Let's have noodles tonight! Everyone says that Beijing's fried noodles are delicious, but I haven't tried them yet!"

"Boom-"

Chen Shuning took out the glass bottle and placed it on the desk. He smiled and said, "If you want noodles, you can order noodles. If you want steamed buns, you can buy steamed buns. Junshan puts a lot of diced meat in the fried sauce, which makes it taste especially delicious! This shrimp paste is fried in oil, so it doesn't have any fishy smell at all."

Liu Zhongyu swallowed his saliva, grabbed her braid and said, "Shuning, this is such a good thing, you should keep it for yourself!"

During Chinese New Year, her family couldn't bear to buy even a pound of meat. There were so many diced meats in the glass bottle, how delicious would it be if they were eaten with steamed buns?

Chen Shuning said softly, "Zhongyu, in my heart, these things are not as precious as friendship. I am willing to share them with everyone. Don't feel pressured. At most, you can treat me to a steamed bun."

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Chen Shuning had seen Liu Zhongyu's plight. She was too frugal, eating dry buns most of the time and not even willing to buy pickles.

"There's something I want to discuss with everyone. I want to pickle some vegetables in the dormitory. It will save me a lot of money in the winter." Chen Shuning took out an empty can from his bag and continued, "I brought a few cans from home. Whoever wants to pickle vegetables can take two."

Jiang Heping raised his hand and said, "Shuning, I'll pay for the vegetables, and we can pickle them together."

"Ah, actually I'm not very good at cooking." Chen Shuning looked at Liu Zhongyu: "Zhongyu, you can pickle vegetables, right? How about we become partners? Heping and I will buy the vegetables, and you can pickle them. Then we can eat together."

Mi Qiaolan pouted and turned her head away. "What a poor family! They even have to share pickles. And fried bean paste and shrimp paste? She doesn't even eat those at home. Who is she trying to embarrass?"

Xiang Yuanfang climbed down from the upper bunk and said with a smile, "Count me in. The four of us can pickle the vegetables together. Zhongyu, I remember you said you often help with housework. You can pay less, and we can split the pickles when they are ready."

After saying this, he looked at Chen Shuning and Jiang Heping from a distance and asked, "Heping, Shuning, do you think this is okay?"

Jiang Heping and Chen Shuning smiled at each other and answered in unison, "Of course."

Chen Shuning wasn't the only one who wanted to help Liu Zhongyu. Xiang Yuanfang and Jiang Heping didn't know what to do, as they were afraid of hurting Liu Zhongyu's pride.

Feeling everyone's kindness, Liu Zhongyu's smile became more sincere: "Thank you everyone! Please rest assured that I will pickle the vegetables well and make delicious pickles."

Xiang Yuanfang and Jiang Heping were city kids, so it wasn't surprising that they couldn't pickle vegetables. But Chen Shuning, who came from the countryside, said she couldn't, but Liu Zhongyu didn't believe her.

She knew the three of them wanted to help her. The words of refusal were stuck in her throat, unable to come out. If she continued to refuse, she would be wrong.

"Okay, let's pickle some vegetables together."

Mi Qiaolan pulled back the quilt and pretended to sleep. Mixing with these people would only lower her status. Thinking of this, she missed the days when she and Meng Zhujun went in and out together.

"It's still early, why don't we go buy some groceries?" Xiang Yuanfang suggested, "I've been looking around the area these past couple of days, and I know where there's a vegetable market."

Chen Shuning locked the cabinet and nodded in response, "Then let's go together! I just want to look around and see where I can set up a stall."

"Setting up a stall?" Jiang Heping asked with interest, "Shuning, are you going to set up a stall? What are you going to sell?"

Chen Shuning nodded and replied, "I just want to know. Although the school doesn't charge tuition, it still costs a lot of money to eat and drink throughout the year. The pressure on my family to support my brother and me to go to school is too great, and I can't just sit there doing nothing all the time."

Although Guo Junshan was her support, Chen Shuning didn't want to rely on him. A husband and wife should advance together. She wouldn't give up her future for Guo Junshan, nor would she demand that he give everything for her.

After hearing what Xu Qinghua said, this idea became more and more firm. She went to Tsinghua University for herself, and she would not give up her job for marriage.

Liu Zhongyu nodded repeatedly and agreed, "I'd like to find some work, too. My family is poor, and we can't survive for long if we just sit back and do nothing."

She raised her eyes and secretly observed everyone's reactions. Seeing that they looked normal and smiled faintly, the restraint in her heart disappeared without a trace.

Chen Shuning put on his backpack and said in a calm and sincere tone, "I don't know about others, but my family is not well off. Zhongyu, there's nothing shameful about being poor. As long as you work hard, you'll be able to get out of this predicament sooner or later."

"Yes, being poor is not shameful." Jiang Heping put on his shoes and echoed, "Zhongyu, during the time we've been together, I've always wanted to tell you, don't feel inferior, you're no worse than us."

Mi Qiaolan turned over, her back to them, her disdain reaching its peak. Being poor is being poor. No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to turn things around in a year or two. It's a complete waste of life to be associated with these poor people.

"How did you do on your last exam?"

She heard the sound of a door opening and covered her ears to prevent the conversation from reaching her ears.

"I'm unsure about two questions. This test is even harder than the college entrance exam. I'm not sure."

"Don't think too much about it. You'll see the report card tomorrow anyway."

"How about you, Shuning? Are you confident you'll get a high score?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't done half of those questions. I'll wait until the results come out and make up for the subjects that I'm struggling with."

"If you're not sure, then I'm in trouble..."

"Don't underestimate yourself. I'm not necessarily better than you."

"..."

Mi Qiaolan lifted the quilt and murmured, "Finally they left. They still wanted to pickle vegetables in the dormitory. What a bunch of poor bastards."

Her eyes slowly moved upwards, and when she saw the broken bed board on the bed next to her, Mi Qiaolan's expression suddenly changed.

"I'll move Meng Zhujun's bed downstairs and see where you can put the pickles."

Mi Qiaolan got up and packed her things quickly.

The bright sunshine gradually became dim. Mi Qiaolan clapped her hands and looked at the fruits of her labor with a satisfied smile.

"To please Meng Zhujun and disgust Chen Shuning, killing two birds with one stone. Hahahaha..."

"Qiaolan, what are you doing?" Meng Zhujun walked in with her briefcase on her back. Seeing her own bedding on the lower bunk, she said excitedly, "Oh, Qiaolan, you helped me move it down by yourself?"

Mi Qiaolan nodded vigorously and answered loudly: "Yes! I had nothing to do, and I remembered that you didn't want to live in the upper bunk, so I helped you move the bed down."

"You're amazing!" Meng Zhujun put down her bag, fumbled around, and asked casually, "This bed board is quite heavy. How did you get it down?"

"Take your time and you'll get it off! Zhujun, your hands are for playing the violin, not for this kind of rough work."

Mi Qiaolan's flattery made Meng Zhujun's heart blossom. Yes, that's the attitude! She was admired wherever she went.

"Hey, where are those poor devils?"

"Don't mention it. Chen Shuning brought back some broken glass bottles and said she wanted to pickle some vegetables. They went to the vegetable market."

Meng Zhujun pinched her nose, as if she could smell the sour odor of pickles, and complained, "They're really crazy! If they make the room stink, I'll definitely report it to the dormitory manager."

There was a burst of laughter in the corridor. Hearing the familiar voice, Meng Zhujun couldn't help rolling her eyes.