Chapter 65: Days Without Jiang Yingxue’s Stall

Chapter 65: The Days Jiang Yingxue Wasn't at Her Stall

Before applying the fertilizer, Lu Caiyun thought the spiritual plant fertilizer would make the vegetables more delicious. After fertilizing, the vegetables did indeed become even tastier, but their size grew so unusually large, completely out of place compared to the vegetables in the market, posing a real dilemma.

While Lu Caiyun was still struggling with whether to brave selling this batch of vegetables or keep them for her own consumption, Jiang Yingxue spoke up and took them all off her hands—she had a use for them.

*

The first day Jiang Yingxue didn't set up her stall.

The students of Taoxi Middle School walked out of the school gate and looked at the spot on the street where the Xuehe Rice Ball stall should have been, now empty. Some felt a faint worry and resentment in their hearts—worry that the food from the Xuehe Rice Ball stall might actually be harmful to their health, and resentment that the owner, who looked like a fairy, could do such a terrible thing.

But there were also those who felt upset because they couldn't enjoy the delicious food.

"Sigh. Sister Jiang really didn't come today," she sighed with disappointment, then opened her backpack and took out a pink Qiong Peach fruit.

She lowered her head and took a bite. The sweet juice burst in her mouth, dispelling her unhappy mood. She smiled, her eyes crinkling with pleasure.

"Junru, what are you eating? Can I have one?" said the boy named Wang Huarong, a classmate of Min Junru, though they weren't close.

The aroma of the Qiong Peach Juice in Min Junru's hand drifted into his nose, making his mouth water.

He was asking knowingly. He often bought Xuehe Rice Balls, and although he didn't often drink Qiong Peach Juice, he had seen the process of freshly squeezing it and naturally recognized this as a Qiong Peach. Moreover, he had seen Min Junru take a bag of Qiong Peach fruits from the Xuehe Rice Ball stall and put them in her bicycle basket yesterday.

Most importantly, Min Junru was one of the wealthy students in the class, a city girl who was always splurging on Xuehe Rice Balls. If he asked her for one, she'd probably give him one, right?

"No," Min Junru shot Wang Huarong a disdainful look, ignoring his expectant eyes, and turned away to focus on eating her Qiong Peach. She clearly remembered that Wang Huarong had been among the troublemakers yesterday, shouting for Sister Jiang to compensate him 20,000 yuan—his expression had been truly nasty.

To demand compensation yesterday and then ask for Sister Jiang's Qiong Peach today? How shameless.

A normal person would have taken the hint and left after being rejected. But Wang Huarong was not a normal person.

He followed the path of Min Junru's bicycle, watched her finish the entire Qiong Peach fruit right in front of him, and then wipe her hands clean with a wet wipe. Wang Huarong's expression shifted from expectation to anger, his anger flaring up. Enraged and humiliated, he snapped, "Min Junru, aren't you afraid of being poisoned? But someone as stingy as you deserves to die from poison! Hmph!"

Min Junru glared at him, angrily throwing the used wet wipe into his bicycle basket, and shouted, "Wang Huarong, you have such a foul mouth! I think you're just jealous, sour grapes. Tsk tsk, you actually have the nerve to ask me for food? Do you think no one saw your vicious face yesterday when you tried to extort 20,000 yuan from Sister Jiang? Someone as malicious as you should die early and be reborn as a maggot in your next life!"

Wang Huarong's neck flushed red with anger. He set his bicycle aside and cracked his knuckles. "Don't think I won't hit a girl!"

Min Junru gave him a contemptuous sidelong glance. "With your scrawny chicken-like build, you think you can fight me? Maybe in your next life. Oh, I forgot—your next life is a maggot. You won't be able to beat me then either. I could slap you to death, but that would dirty my hand. I'd just step on you."

"Hahaha, can't argue, so you get angry? You're a joke, you dog."

"Ahhh!" Wang Huarong's eyes bulged with rage. He felt humiliated, his pride shattered, and his glass heart shattered.

He snarled, "I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death, you snob! So what if you're from the city? What are you so arrogant about? This is a town—it's not your place to act wild!"

Min Junru rolled her eyes at him and sneered, "I'm a person looking down on a dog, right? Wang—Huarong." She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "Wang."

"Wang" was the sound a dog makes. Wang Huarong, enraged, swung his fist and lunged at Min Junru like a madman.

Others nearby saw Wang Huarong's move, but it was too late to stop him. Just as they thought Min Junru was about to be beaten to tears, she countered with a punch, followed by a kick. The one lying on the ground crying became Wang Huarong.

Min Junru wore a victorious smile. "Wang Huarong, you loser—no, you're a defeated dog."

"It seems I've been too gentle in class, giving you the illusion that you could bully me."

"And I only used a fraction of my strength, yet you're already down," she shook her head and added, "Tsk tsk, so weak. You're just a useless man."

With that, Min Junru got on her bicycle, humming a cheerful tune as she rode away.

Min Junru's strength had never been small among girls her age. Moreover, for the past month, she had basically eaten food from Xuehe Rice Balls every day. She had also bought a jar of Spirit Guzhi Powder to take home, having a cup every night before bed. Even on the days Jiang Yingxue didn't set up her stall, her grandparents could still buy fish and shrimp from the Jiang family.

As a result, her body had grown even stronger. Even against a grown man, she wasn't afraid—she'd just fight with all her strength.

The few students and adults who witnessed this were stunned. This girl was incredibly strong—with just two light moves, the boy was on the ground.

A kind-hearted boy stepped forward to help Wang Huarong up. Wang Huarong, probably feeling humiliated, shoved the boy away angrily. "Get lost! I don't need your help!"

The kind-hearted boy's expression changed. He paused, then let go and stood up, walking away without even glancing at Wang Huarong.

Such an ungrateful wretch deserved to be beaten. Let whoever wants to help him do it.

Wang Huarong's body, halfway lifted, was released and hit the ground with a "thud," making intimate contact once again.

"Thud—"

"Ah—"

The people around said, "Serves him right!"

Wang Huarong didn't report it to the teacher, nor did he have the face to tell his family. After all, he was the one who provoked with his foul mouth. But he held a grudge against Min Junru.

*

The second day Jiang Yingxue didn't set up her stall.

Some students looked at the former site of Xuehe Rice Balls and began to miss the taste of the rice balls, meatballs, and Qiong Peach Juice from the stall.

But this longing was taken by some as proof that the food was toxic. If it weren't laced with addictive drugs, why would they miss it so much?

Afternoon break, Class 3, Grade 8.

Min Junru was still munching on a Qiong Peach. Her friend Li Shanshan asked, "Junru, aren't you afraid the food from Xuehe Rice Balls is really poisonous?"