Novel Bin Chapter 50.1: Shang Yi Part 1
“How many wontons did uncle put in here? Can we finish eating all of it?”
Lin Qingyin smiled: “Can we finish eating all of it? Miaomiao, I think you still don’t know my strength!”
Lin Xu bought the best-refined meat. He chopped them finely with a knife. When bundling, he put some meat filling and fresh shrimp. Finally, he put a bit of chopped green onion on the top and put them in the broth made from pork bones. It smells so fresh.
Lin Qingyin ate a wonton and almost cry in happiness. She couldn’t understand, those two lived together, so why her father’s dish was so delicious? While her mother’s dish feels like killing people.
Zhang Simiao has always had a low appetite and is slow to eat. But recently, when she ate three meals a day with Lin Qingyin, she unknowingly had a big appetite. She could only eat 5 or 6 wontons with regular size, but today, she ate a big bowl and was so reluctant to give up another spoon.
“It’s really delicious!” Zhang Simiao said with full of praise and bulging cheeks: “Qingyin, your dad’s wontons are better than the chef’s. These peeled shrimps are so fresh!”
Lin Qingyin didn’t bother to talk to her. Zhang Simiao took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth. But after that, Lin Qingyin had eaten up the rest of the wontons.
Zhang Simiao: “… …”
Little Master, where did you put all the food you had eaten, why you are still so thin!
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After breakfast, the two came to the teaching building with their schoolbags on their backs. Zhang Simiao’s academic performance was as good as before, so was placed in the first examination room, while Lin Qingyin was in the 8th examination room.
As soon as she entered the examination room, Lin Qingyin found several familiar faces. All of whom were classmates who had bullied her before. These people saw Lin Qingyin showed a mocking smile. They opened their mouths to refute, but then immediately closed them afterward when they remembered the bad things they had encountered before.
When the school year starts, the second and third-year students had accidents one after another. All kinds of unlucky things happened one after another. Later, someone posted a post on the school forum, saying that these unlucky people have a common characteristic. That is, they like to bully their classmates. They must have been retributed.
In the beginning, many people were not convinced, they went to the forum and refute it a few times. Later, they didn’t know who summed up what they had done one by one. Anyone who read it would say it was a good thing. Some even said their grievances. While some who like to attack people with words said they didn’t hurt anyone physically, so it cannot be considered bullying. Then someone said ‘A kind word is remembered for a long time, but an abusive language hurts the feelings at once’. The bully shut up their mouths completely.
Lin Qingyin crossed her arms and looked at them one by one. The students held back and just looked at Lin Qingyin with a sullen face. Lin Qingyin’s old classmates considered her evil. Even until now, the people who bullied her were still lying in the hospital. They didn’t have the guts to verify whether this matter was true or not.
Lin Qingyin walked openly between them and sat in her seat, took out her pencil case, and put it on the table. Then, she also took out her tortoiseshell habitually. The tortoiseshell was seriously damaged because of the thunder tribulation she had performed previously. So she couldn’t put it back into the sea of her consciousness to recuperate. She could only give it a little bit of her spiritual energy.
20 minutes before the exam time, the students in the other section of the second year and the third year of the high school entered the classroom one after another. The third-year high school girl, sitting on Lin Qingyin’s left side, looked a little bit distracted. After sitting down, she sat in a daze for a while, then reached out her arm in her bag, but didn’t take out anything. Only then she recovered her senses and opened her bag to look inside. She then put down her bag on the table with regret.
Lin Qingyin turned her head and looked at her. Then, she took a pen and ruler from her pencil case and put them on the girl’s desk. The girl looked at Lin Qingyin and smiled gratefully at her: “Thank you, but I better go to my friend to borrow them.”