The Joy of Her Two Worlds [Rebirth]

    Qin Sishao has a pair of very beautiful cat eyes, big and bright, like a jewel.

    Jiang Chi put the things down and handed over the rice roll.

    Qin Sishao did not answer.

    Jiang Chi said angrily: "If you want money, I will also charge you for running errands."

    Pause for a few seconds, she added: "I work, it's expensive."

    Qin Sishao took over the rice roll with a smile, her eyebrows curved: "Thank you."

    Jiang Chi ignored her, took the mug and spoon and went out, washed it, and scalded it with a cup of boiling water, then she made a cup of boiling water, scooped a spoonful of brown sugar, and scalded it again. Tossed a few pieces of **** candy and stirred it with a spoon.

    Jiang Chi put the cup next to the medicines, she reminded: "Remember to take medicine."

    She looked at the package of **** candies, tasted a piece, it was sweet.

    But Jiang Chi didn't like the pungent smell of ginger, so he put the package of **** candy back in the bag and tied a knot.

    After taking a few bites, she would look up at Jiang Chi, and she would smile when she saw Jiang Chi looking over.

    Somewhat cute.

    Jiang Chi had a serious face, deliberately not looking at her.

    She sat on another chair, turned around, and turned her back to Qin Sishao.

    Jiang Chi couldn't tell why he was good to Qin Sishao?

    Maybe, as Zhao Changning said, Jiang Chi is good to every girl.

    Even if she is a stranger, she will help when she sees it.

    Jiang Chi took out her mobile phone from her pocket, she clicked on Lujiang Novel.com, and was looking for novels to read.

    Jiang Chi is reading romance novels, Shuangwen, the heroine, the hero is a tool person, and is occasionally released by the author for a walk.

    In Jiang Chi's current cognition, novels only have romance.

    She found a novel with an interesting copy, read the first chapter, the copy was fraudulent, and continued to look for it.

    Qin Sishao has finished eating.

    She put the white foam lunch box on the cabinet and planned to take it outside and throw it away when she left.

    "Jiang Chi, can you give me the schoolbag?" She asked softly.

    Jiang Chi put the schoolbag on the bed.

    Qin Sishao opened it, took out the locked notebook, and took a ballpoint pen with five colors.

    She started writing in the notebook.

    Jiang Chi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, thinking she was reading notes and doing questions.

    I just think she is really diligent, no wonder her grades in further studies are a few points off the second place.

    Jiang Chi chatted with her aunt on WeChat and said that she wanted to drink ginseng chicken soup at noon. She felt that her body was a little weak and needed to supplement it.

    Xu Junling: "Excessive nutrition is not good."

    She thought it was a kid's joke.

    Qin Sishao wrote for a long time, until the first bottle of potion was finished, the doctor came in to change the second bottle of potion.

    She glanced at Qin Sishao's notebook, she was too far away to see what was written.

    I only see words in several colors.

    The doctor smiled and said, "Children keep a diary."

    Qin Sishao pursed her lips and shook her head.

    The doctor went out and someone came to see the doctor.

     Several came, all of them were elderly.

    When Jiang Chi heard what the doctor said, she looked over, her eyes filled with inquiry.

    Qin Sishao is a little embarrassed.

    When the doctor went out, she whispered, "I'm writing a novel."

    Jiang Chi is surprised, there are still people writing novels in books?

    Many girls have had a dream of writing since elementary school. When Jiang Chi was in the third grade of elementary school, she wrote in her composition that she wanted to be a writer.

    But she was too lazy to write a composition of hundreds of words. In the fourth grade, her dream became a host.

    Now, Jiang Chi's dream is to be a fashion designer.

    When he was in junior high school, Jiang Chi found that there were still a lot of novels in the class. Basically, boys and girls who read novels had the idea of ​​writing novels.

    I want to talk, but I can't express it.

    Jiang Chi also wrote a novel on the computer when he was in the second year of junior high school. In total, he wrote 500 words in about a year.

    After she finished writing, she looked at it and didn't know what to say.

    Jiang Chi replied lightly: "Oh."

    She reads novels, but does not know how to write novels.

    Seeing her indifferent, Qin Sishao continued to write in the notebook.

    Qin Sishao wrote the outline of the novel, the characters, and the outline of each chapter.

    She wrote more than ten essays in her notebook, each with the title and copy, the protagonist's name, character, environment, and various supporting roles, etc.

    A novel, derived from a stalk, after her polishing, from a stalk of dozens of words to an outline of tens of thousands of words.

    After the second bottle of potion was finished, Qin Sishao put away the notebook and took out the math book to read.

    With one third of the last potion left, it was already eleven o'clock.

    The doctor came in and asked if I wanted a bottle of amino acids.

    Jiang Chi raised his head and asked, "Is it good for your health?"

    Doctor: "Good for your health."

    Jiang Chi got up: "Open a bottle."

    She went out to pay.

    Qin Sishao was thinking how much it cost her to be sick today.

    She didn't ask the doctor to prescribe cold medicine, she planned to go to the school's infirmary to get cold medicine, which cost no money.

    Qin Sishao looked at the money in the notebook, seven hundred yuan, and she still had five hundred yuan in her meal card for living expenses, and she planned to use up the five hundred yuan for this semester.

    The seven hundred yuan was saved by her to buy a mobile phone.

    She wants to buy a mobile phone to write a novel.

    A dysmenorrhea and a cold, all the money you worked so hard to save.

    She worked for two months during the summer vacation. Because she was a minor, the boss gave her parents the salary of 6,000 yuan, but they did not give her a penny.

    As a minor, I can't even find a job.

    Qin Sishao is eager to grow up.

    Jiang Chi read the novel for a while, clicked on the game she downloaded, and built a house in the game. She already built two mansions inside.

    At 12:10, the bottle of amino acids was finally finished.

    Qin Sishao got off the bed and threw the garbage outside.

    Jiang Chi was standing against the wall, watching the news from Jiang Ping'an.

    "When are you going back to school?"

    "The meal is here."

    "Mom said you want to drink chicken soup, and stewed it for you."

    "See a message back."

    "Jiang Chi, where are you?"

    Jiang Chi: "She's still taking a drip. I'll come to your class to get a lunch box when I get to school."

    Jiang Ping'an: "Hey, if you don't take me, I want to play too."

    He was envious.

    Jiang Chi thought he was annoying.

    She accompanied Qin Sishao out, not for fun.

    Qin Sishao had a good schoolbag on his back, and he was looking at the goose-yellow mug in both hands, and the big strawberry on the spoon, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

    "Jiang Chi, I won't give you the money for this cup, just take it from you."

    Her eyes sparkled.

    Jiang Chi doesn't care about the money, she is rich, very rich.

    Just the money doesn't make her happy.

    She bowed her head, her money is inherited from her mother.

    She doesn't have a mother.

    Aunt said that when she was six months old, her mother fell ill and died.

    She only saw pictures of her mother, as for her father, they said he died with her mother, and her father didn't even have a picture.

    When Jiang Chi had memories, there were a lot of people around her who loved her very much, but she had no parents.

    After she understood, she never asked them about her parents.

    I dare not ask.

    Grandparents will be sad.

    It will be sad for everyone.

    But they also told her that she inherited the property her mother owned, except for the shares.

    Her mother gave all the shares to her uncle before she died.

    My mother hopes that my uncle can treat her kindly and raise her up.

    When Jiang Chi looked up, she was back to normal, she pulled the corner of her mouth: "Whatever you want."

    The smile on Qin Sishao's face froze.

    She looked at Jiang Chi for a long time.

     Her lips moved.

    She wanted to ask Jiang Chi, did she know what it meant to send a cup?

    Jiang Chi's reaction told her that she didn't know.

    Qin Sishao wants to be friends with Jiang Chi.

    Be a lifetime friend.

    However, Qin Sishao felt that only he thought so.

    Jiang Chi is not.

    Jiang Chi held the phone and walked out.

    Qin Sishao followed with a few bags.

    The street outside was full of people, mostly parents.

    Qin Sishao thought that Jiang Chi was going back to school directly, but she followed behind Jiang Chi, but saw her walking in the opposite direction.

    Jiang Chi stopped outside a noodle restaurant.

    The shop has a glass door and no windows.

    Menu is plastered on the inside wall, and the red font stands out.

    Jiang Chi entered the noodle restaurant, there were about ten tables, and only two people were eating.

    Jiang Chi found the corner seat and sat down.

    Qin Sishao sat opposite her.

    "Do you eat noodles or noodles?" She was looking at the menu on the table. There are many kinds. The cheapest fried rice noodles is 6 yuan, and the most expensive is 36 yuan, beef noodles.

    Jiang Chi looked at it, and his slender and tender fingers stopped on the pork noodle soup.

    "I want to eat this."

    She took it for granted: "I can only eat, you watch."

    She has a rude attitude.

     Qin Sishao had never eaten that eight yuan of noodles, and she had hardly eaten outside, so she was reluctant to pay, unless it was to buy steamed buns.

    She nodded, took out ten dollars from her schoolbag, went to the proprietress, and asked for a bowl of pork noodle soup.

    Following soon.

    Pearl powder, a layer of transparent oil stains on the soup, a few slices of lean pork, a few slices of pork liver, and some shallots on the top, with the powder underneath.

    Jiang Chi pushed the white porcelain bowl over: "I don't eat pork liver."

    Qin Sishao took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube and ate the pork liver.

    She pushed the bowl back: "Okay."

    Jiang Chi took a pair of chopsticks and stirred.

    She took a sip of the soup from the bowl, it was just right, neither bland nor greasy.

    Jiang Chi took another gulp, and she put the bowl down.

    At dinner time, there were more people.

    Gradually, the shop was filled with people.

    A table can seat four people. Next to Qin Sishao, a middle-aged man who joined the table came and asked for a bowl of fried rice noodles to eat.

    When the proprietress was sending fans, she looked at Jiang Chi and Qin Sishao, wondering why these two girls only needed a bowl of fans.

    Both of them are wearing the school uniforms of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, especially Jiang Chi, who is tender and extravagant, and looks at home conditions are very good, how can there be a lack of money for a bowl of noodles?

    The two girls are beautiful and look good.

    The proprietress moved with sympathy. She pushed the menu and asked Qin Sishao: "Little girl, what do you want to eat? I'll invite you to eat, no money."

    Jiang Chi was poking at the green onion with chopsticks, and when she heard the proprietress's words, she raised her head.