Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The small room in the back kitchen was cramped and dim, with greasy dirty bowls and plates and dirty chopsticks piled up high, making people feel uncomfortable.

The greasy and dirty visual impact seemed to have substance. Shang Qing felt uncomfortable all over and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Grandma Kang didn't want Shang Qing to wash, but she couldn't persuade her, so she let her come. Seeing Shang Qing's face change, she hurriedly asked her to leave and told her to do it herself.

But Shang Qing squatted down, and her white and smooth fingers fell on the stolen goods, which was extremely dazzling.

Grandma Kang's eyes were red as she held back her tears. She knew that it was useless to persuade Shang Qing. Once Shang Qing made up her mind, no one could change it. Since she couldn't stop him, Grandma Kang no longer hesitated and could only speed up and ask Shang Qing to do less.

In just a few moments, Shang Qing was sweating and sticky all over. She was even more certain that not letting her grandmother do this was the wisest thing.

The two of them worked together, and their speed increased a lot. Only when everything was cleaned up and Grandma Kang received her salary did Shang Qing smile.

Why are you laughing so happily?

She wanted to eliminate all possible dangers so that her grandmother would no longer have to do such dirty and tiring work, so that she would no longer suffer from back pain and sleepless nights, and to avoid the disaster that would happen if she fell a while later.

"Qingqing, today is the happiest day for grandma. You took grandma shopping, worked with grandma, and got paid together." Grandma Kang was excited. For the first time, she felt the special joy of having her granddaughter by her side.

Shang Qing was infected by her grandmother's happiness, her eyes sparkling. "Grandma, if that's the case, since I don't look pitiful, please treat me to something delicious."

Grandma Kang smiled, nodded, and swung the few not-so-large bills around with a particularly generous attitude: "Okay. Qingqing, just tell me what you want to eat. Grandma has money!"

"That, grandma, I want to eat that!" Shang Qing pointed to the fruit basket next to her without hesitation...

The next evening, at the bustling night market.

Shang Qing was a bit timid about setting up a stall to sell goods, as it was her first time. Her hopes for the future were so rosy now that she felt embarrassed and wanted to back out.

She didn't want others to know that her aesthetic taste was so unique. If she ran into someone she knew, she could just hide in the ground. All she could do was pull her hat down even lower.

Grandma Kang, on the other hand, didn't feel embarrassed at all.

After sorting the things into categories, Grandma Kang smiled and glanced at Shang Qing who was hiding uncomfortably at the back, then stood in front of the stall and began to shout out her wares, her voice carrying far away.

A crowd quickly gathered in front of the stall, picking and choosing. I didn't expect that there were people with the same aesthetic taste as me.

Of course, the biggest possibility is that they're just too cheap! After all, something that cost hundreds of yuan when you bought it new is now only a dozen, twenty, or thirty yuan. Small pendants are even cheaper, you can grab them for just a few yuan.

In fact, according to Shang Qing's own aesthetic point of view, such things are really not worth their original price, and it is only by selling them at a low price that he can do justice to the customers.

Shang Qing looked at the grandmother wearing a scarf busy greeting customers. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and her dimples became deeper.

Gradually, Shang Qing was influenced by her grandmother's cheerful and free-spirited personality. She was no longer shy and answered every question. She truly had a wonderful experience of setting up a stall for the first time.

Seeing her neutral dress, I thought she was a little boy. But when I heard her soft voice, which was very nice, I realized she was a girl.

Because her hair is neat and short, and she wears a baseball cap, people can only see her fair chin. Although we don't see her appearance, everyone thinks that this girl must be very beautiful.

By the time a large pile of clothes and shoes were sold out, it was already very late. After counting, I found that I had only sold 495 yuan.

The amount of money might be too little for her to buy these things, but according to Shang Qing, it was an unexpected gain. After all, her original intention was to throw them all away.

For her who is so poor now, this money is really a considerable income.

In response to this income, Shang Qing decisively chose to eat spicy hot pot.

Grandma Kang looked at the snacks, then saw Shang Qing looking at the little cat greedily, and she couldn't help but tap Shang Qing's face and pulled her towards the stall.

Grandma Kang, without any trace of old age's shyness, sat at the table and called out to the busy boss, "Boss, two bowls of spicy hot pot, one with less spiciness, one with more. And two bottles of soda, one with ice!"

Grandma knew all of Shang Qing’s preferences, and she felt a little sad. It felt so good to have grandma around.

In fact, after shouting, Grandma Kang was stunned for a moment and looked at Shang Qing with some uneasiness. How could she forget that since Shang Qing's personality changed drastically, she didn't like spicy food, didn't like drinking soda, and only liked to eat sweet dishes.

Shang Qing also realized what was happening with Grandma Kang. Yes, her tastes seemed to have changed afterward. But she was certain she'd never been a fan of sweet dishes. Her only sweet favorites were sweet and sour pork ribs, candied yams, and sweet lotus root with osmanthus.

Ever since she was little, she's always loved spicy food. She loves all kinds of iced drinks. Why? Why?

Shang Qing was confused.

Thinking Shang Qing was unhappy, Grandma Kang quickly stood up and shouted to the boss, "Boss, no spicy food..."

"Grandma, I love spicy food!" Shang Qing's voice trembled a little. She suppressed Grandma Kang who was standing up and smiled at the boss who was looking at them doubtfully, "Boss, I want a very spicy bowl. Thank you."

"Okay!" The boss smiled brightly...

It was actually quite cheap, costing only over thirty yuan. But the grandparents and grandchildren smiled as if they had enjoyed some delicious food. Simple happiness is the most beautiful.

Shang Qing is happy. The most precious thing is to have someone around who is willing to provide emotional value.

Grandma is old. How many of her age like this kind of snack? But Grandma Kang is willing to accompany me to eat and play with me.

On the way back, Shang Qing held Grandma Kang's hand and walked slowly. The cicadas chirped beside her ears, but it was not noisy. Shang Qing's voice seemed to be assuring her: "Grandma, don't worry. I am still the same me as before. I like spicy food, iced drinks, and I like to act like a spoiled child. This is the me you know best. And, Grandma, I will treat you well. I will make you feel that I am here, and you are not wrong. You will become the happiest old lady."

Shang Qing walked forward with a determined look in her eyes. She didn't look at Grandma Kang. Feeling the trembling in her hand, she shook it and returned the hand in her hand.

The shadows of the two people stretched very long under the street lights...

Speechless, they both knew that everything had returned to the beginning, and their good days were coming...