Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150 Betrayal (1)
Jiaojiao raised her hand, touched it, and then asked in surprise, “Brother Xi, did you really weave this?”
Xiu Xi nodded, looking a bit apprehensive and nervous.
He was good at hunting, but making something this delicate was truly challenging for him. So this poorly-made Luck Rope had taken him a lot of time and many wasted strings to finally complete.
“Do you like it?” Seeing that Jiaojiao hadn’t spoken a word after asking, Xiu Xi had to ask himself.
“Yes!” Jiaojiao nodded, smiling and touched it, words of praise flowing out as if they didn’t cost a thing: “Brother Xi’s weaving is the most unique, I really like it.”
Only then did Xiu Xi show a bit of a smile, unable to suppress his pride, and he took upon himself the responsibility of making all the future Luck Ropes: “From now on, I’ll weave them for you.”
As for others, they could take a rest.
“Sure.” Jiaojiao smiled, took another sip of red date tea, and continued reading.
Xiu Xi was truly happy, so the smile on his face stayed for a while.
In the back, having witnessed the entire interaction and listened to every word, Lu Zishu couldn’t help but cover his cheek, staring at the bun in his hand, unable to stop the sour feeling in his teeth!
The morning reading class lasted for forty minutes and ended at 7:30.
The students swarmed towards the cafeteria, and within a minute, the classroom was empty, except for Jiaojiao and the other two, and Yang Xiaona sitting by the wall.
Yang Xiaona’s family was poor, couldn’t afford the cafeteria, and she ate cornbread brought from home.
Currently, there were no machines for grinding flour; it was done using the most primitive stone mill. The fine flour ground wasn’t something Yang Xiaona had the privilege to eat—only her younger brother could. She ate the residue that couldn’t be ground down, steamed into buns. They might be okay to eat when hot, barely digestible, but now they were cold and hard, and swallowing them scratched her throat, so she had to wash them down with water.
With hardly anyone in the classroom, Ruan Lei hadn’t arrived yet, and Jiaojiao’s attention naturally fell on her.
Seeing Yang Xiaona frown as she swallowed the bun with water, Jiaojiao couldn’t help but swallow a little herself. Of course, it wasn’t because she was craving it but because she felt uncomfortable.
Even six years ago, during the Ruan Family’s most difficult times, she had never eaten such a bun.
Back then, even when the whole family ate sweet potato rice and pickled vegetables, she was always given the finest plain rice and egg custard. Every now and then, the Ruanlin Family would cut some meat to cook separately for her.
Thinking about the past and her family’s love for her, Jiaojiao couldn’t help but feel her eyes turn slightly red. Fearing being noticed, she quickly blinked and saw that Ruan Lei had already walked into the classroom. So she said to Yang Xiaona, “Yang Xiaona, would you like to come over and sit with us, have breakfast together, and chat a bit?”
Yang Xiaona looked over in surprise.
Jiaojiao pointed to a jar on the desk behind Lu Zishu, proudly saying, “This is the spicy meat sauce my grandma made for me, it’s so delicious. Would you like to try it? Let me tell you, my grandma’s cooking skills are really amazing, nobody’s ever said it’s not good.”
Jiaojiao spoke so naturally, as if she really just wanted to show off her grandma’s cooking skills. Yang Xiaona blushed, feeling embarrassed but couldn’t resist the temptation, and walked over.
Jiaojiao used her left hand to scoop out a spoonful: “Here, try it, see if my grandma’s skills are good.”