Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting did not explain to Zheng Miaoying.

Because her curfew was about to start.

Lin Ting rushed home before her mother arrived, pretending to have stayed home all day—she even deliberately messed up the living room, leaving the sofa in a mess.

Sure enough, when Lin's mother came back, she simply asked her to tidy up the sofa without much thought, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Lin's father walked to Lin Ting's side with a complicated expression and said in a low voice, "Ting'er, come here, Dad has something to ask you."

"Ok?"

Lin Ting followed her father into the bedroom. Her father sat on her stool, frowning and looking her over for a long time. Only when the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen did he ask, "What did you do today?"

Lin Tingwei was taken aback.

My dad's tone was clearly off.

The face of that bastard flashed into her mind.

Lin Ting remained silent for a moment, then chose to tell the truth: "I went to help my classmate."

Lin's father frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer: "What kind of help?"

Lin Ting licked her lips and said, "She needs to earn money for her mother's medical expenses, so I helped her set up a street stall."

Lin Ting was unsure what her father thought about setting up a stall and doing business.

After all, in the eyes of most people with formal jobs, going into business is considered a waste of time and energy.

She was a little nervous and had already started thinking about what excuse she could use to persuade her father.

Lin's father didn't need her to persuade him.

He was silent for a while, and only continued after hearing the sizzling sound of oil hitting the pan: "Chen Jun went to the hospital this afternoon and talked about your street stall business... Listen, Dad supports you helping your classmate, but you have to take care of yourself."

"It's so cold outside now. You stand outside all day. What will you do when you get old if your health is ruined by the cold?"

Lin felt a warmth in her heart as she listened to the familiar rebuke.

Their professions changed, and their personalities diverged slightly, but they will always love her.

Lin Ting asked softly, "Did Chen Jun say something very unpleasant?"

"Don't worry about that," Lin's father patted Lin Ting's arm. "I asked her, and the girl has already paid off her debt. You shouldn't have to set up a street stall anymore, right?"

Lin Ting hesitated and did not answer.

Lin's father stood up, his expression slightly serious: "Listen, son, it's not that I look down on street vendors, it's just that it's too cold right now, and you're still students, you should focus on your studies."

Lin Ting smiled and nodded: "Okay, I promise you, I won't set up a street stall anymore."

Lin's father said all this, but it was all for Lin Ting's sake to hear this one promise.

He smiled easily, ruffled Lin Ting's hair, and said, "Let's go eat."

He didn't mention what kind of trouble Chen Jun had caused at work, nor did he talk about how others viewed him; he only cared whether his daughter had caught a chill.

After dinner, Lin's father boiled a pot of ginger water for Lin Ting to soak her feet.

Lin's mother looked at the father and daughter for a while, but didn't ask anything.

The next day.

Before going to work, Lin's father glanced at Lin Ting.

Lin Ting hadn't finished her breakfast when she saw this and held up three fingers to her ear, silently making a vow.

Lin's father smiled and went to work contentedly.

After her parents left, Lin Ting sat on the sofa, staring intently at the telephone.

……

Meanwhile, the uncle who had been helping Lin Ting yesterday received some devastating news—

"What? They're all sold out? Deposits paid? Who's crazy enough to buy all those short-sleeved shirts and vests in the dead of winter?"

The uncle felt a sense of familiarity after saying those words.

He seemed to have said something similar yesterday.

He could hardly believe his guess, and lowered his voice a few decibels as he asked, "Um... the person who bought all this stuff isn't a little girl, is she? She has big eyes and looks like a movie star."

The stall owner replied, "Your name is Lin Ting?"

"Yes, yes, it's her... no, it really is her!"

The uncle was pleasantly surprised for a moment, but then his smile faded.

"What's wrong? Do you know him?" the stall owner asked casually.

They're old friends, and they're not too busy right now, so it's fine for them to chat for a bit.

"I know her, of course I know her," the uncle said in a low voice, puffing on his cigarette. "That girl set up her stall next to mine all day, and before she left, she said she wasn't setting up her stall today, and she even gave me her phone number..."

"Hahahaha..." The stall owner laughed unkindly, "You old thief, you were actually fooled by a little sparrow, that's quite something."

The middle-aged man stubbed out his cigarette and gestured with his chin towards him: "Seriously, can you spare me a thousand pieces? I don't believe that all the goods at your stalls combined only amount to about eight thousand pieces."

"There are definitely some leftovers, but you definitely can't take them." The stall owner shrugged. "Some have been gnawed by mice, and some have mold spots. Nobody would want those things even if they were given away for free."

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Didn't she just give me a deposit? How much more do I need...?"

"Hey, don't do this to me," the stall owner interrupted before he could finish. "She signed the contract with everyone. If I quit halfway through, people will talk about me behind my back. How am I supposed to do business after that? I'm not going to do it for your extra thousand or eight hundred."

A promise is not something that cannot be broken, but it must be based on what is given in return.

It's not worth ruining your reputation for a mere thousand dollars.

Uncle: "..."

He had reason to suspect that Lin Ting deliberately gathered everyone together before signing the contract.

The middle-aged man lit another cigarette, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several of his colleagues also asking about short-sleeved shirts.

"Fine, I admit defeat."

The middle-aged man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pulled out his phone book from his pocket, flipped to the last page, and found Lin Ting's phone number.

……

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.

Lin Ting's eyes lit up, and after waiting for ten seconds, she slowly answered the phone: "Hello, Lin family."

"Hi, I'm looking for Lin Ting."

Upon hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Lin's lips unconsciously curled into a smile: "This is me, who is this?"

"I...I set up a stall with you yesterday," the uncle's voice was a little muffled, "Do you still have short-sleeved shirts? I'd like to buy some."

"Sure," Lin Ting readily agreed, then asked with a smile, "How many do you want?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "1,500 pieces."

"Okay, thank you for waiting for me at Wu'ai Market."

"I'm right here!"

The uncle's voice was filled with grievance.

"Alright, I'll head out now."

……

Lin Ting went out carrying a large backpack, bought a big bag of apples, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Wu'ai Market.

Upon seeing the familiar uncle again, Lin Ting smiled and waved to him, "Uncle, it's been a long time."

The man was clearly not in a good mood; he waved to her as a greeting.

Lin Ting didn't care about his attitude at all, nor was she in a hurry to talk business with him.

Carrying the apples, she visited each of the vendors who had sold her the short-sleeved shirts yesterday, and then gave the remaining four apples to Aunt Li and Sister Zhang.

During this period, she "picked up" eight stall owners with the same needs.