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

For a full six hours, Lin Ting traveled back and forth between Wu'ai Market and the train station.

She made four deliveries in total: nine packages the first time, sixteen packages the second time, thirty packages the third time, and fifty-six packages the fourth time.

Her pockets were getting bulging.

After selling the last pair of socks, Lin Ting figured that the demand for socks in the neighborhood should be mostly met, and now she urgently needed to solve her own food and clothing problem.

She is now starving and freezing, and her blood has turned mostly cold.

Standing in the freezing cold for six hours is a job that not everyone can do.

Lin Ting rode her bike back to the entrance of Wu'ai Market and went into a small shop called Braided Lunch Box.

She didn't care what she ate. After her parents passed away in her previous life, she felt that everything she ate was the same. Eating was just a way to survive.

The proprietress was a woman with long, shiny black braids. When she saw a customer enter, her first words were: "There's hot water in the thermos, pour yourself some."

"Thank you, sister," Lin Ting said first, then looked at the neatly stacked aluminum lunch boxes next to her. "Sister, how much are the lunch boxes?"

"Three pieces of meat, two pieces of vegetables," the woman with braids asked. "Want one?"

"I want meat." Lin Ting took out three yuan.

When doing this kind of hard work, it's important to supplement your protein intake.

"Okay." The woman with braids quickly handed her a boxed lunch. "Sit inside, it's warm there."

"Thank you."

Lin Ting, wearing thick cotton gloves, carried the boxed lunch to the table inside and sat down.

She had missed the mealtime, and there weren't many people in the restaurant; including her, there were only about ten people.

Lin Ting poured herself some hot water and drank two cups before she felt a little warmer.

While picking and choosing her boxed lunch, Lin Ting silently calculated the costs in her mind.

After buying the boxed lunch, she had a total of 843.9 yuan in her pocket, which is an astonishing return on investment.

However, the problem is also obvious—she can no longer sell socks in this area, since the demand is limited. If she wants to sell socks again, she will have to go further away.

That would waste too much time on the road, which is not worthwhile.

Lin Ting was pondering what products to choose for her "family" when she suddenly heard a slightly familiar voice:

"I'm here to return the lunchbox... Thank you, Sister Braids..."

Her delicate tone, so out of place with the vast black soil, instantly caught Lin Ting's attention.

She looked up and saw that it was indeed Zheng Miaoying.

Her eyelashes were covered in frost, and her face was red from the cold as she took the deposit for the lunchbox from the woman with braids.

The reason why Sister Braids can stand out among all the restaurants is not only because her boxed meals are clean and delicious, but also because she is very good at business.

"Girl, you look cold. Go drink some hot water and warm yourself up," she said.

Zheng Miaoying was probably really cold, so she didn't refuse and obediently said "thank you" before walking towards the thermos.

She took two steps and then froze.

Lin Ting met her gaze, raised her hand and waved: "Long time no see."

Zheng Miaoying forced a smile and replied softly, "It's been a long time."

Seeing that her hands were red from the cold and she wasn't wearing gloves, Lin Ting guessed that her hands were almost frozen stiff, so she turned around and poured her a cup of hot water, pushing it towards her: "Here you go."

This small act, which consumed less than a calorie, brought tears to Zheng Miaoying's eyes.

She moved closer and sat down, sniffling as she whispered, "Thank you...you're so kind..."

Lin Ting: "...?"

This girl's threshold for being moved is way too low!

With that easygoing, pushover personality, it's no wonder she gets bullied.

Lin Ting looked her over and asked, "Is your stall going well?"

Zheng Miaoying remembered that she had learned her sales pitch from Lin Ting, and her eyes showed more gratitude as she looked at her: "It went very smoothly, I made a hundred yuan!"

Lin Ting: "..."

It turns out that not every street vendor makes money so easily.

Suddenly, Lin Ting felt that his back pain and leg pain had disappeared, and he even sincerely felt that he was an ordinary business genius.

"Lin Ting, how are you?" Zheng Miaoying asked Lin Ting cautiously.

Today she realized that she had misunderstood Lin Ting before.

She's clearly not the type to squander her parents' money, nor is she particularly fierce.

Thinking about this, Zheng Miaoying suddenly felt that she really deserved to die.

"I earn a few hundred million more than you," Lin Ting replied casually.

"Lin Ting," Zheng Miaoying hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before. You're actually a good person!"

Lin Ting choked on a mouthful of food, leaving her speechless and helpless.

How does this girl's thought process work?

What did I do to make her think I'm a good person?

Was her conclusion drawn too hastily?

The way she is... I really want to sell her and see if she can help me count the money.

Lin Ting choked quite a bit, and patted her chest before drinking two glasses of water to swallow the food.

She coughed twice, looked at Zheng Miaoying, and asked, "Have you forgotten how I used to bully you?"

Zheng Miaoying clenched her fingers, looking like a wronged child. She glanced at Lin Ting, then quickly looked away, and whispered, "I haven't forgotten, but I know why you don't like me... I've only been scolded by you dozens of times, but you've lost love."

Lin Ting: "Pfft...cough cough cough..."

No wonder they grew up reading Qiong Yao's novels; their idea that love is above all else is very characteristic of their era.

Zheng Miaoying felt that she had touched on Lin Ting's sad story, so she immediately got up, patted her back to comfort her, and kept saying "I'm sorry".

Lin Ting caught his breath and then labeled Zheng Miaoying as "naive and innocent".

A pushover + a love-struck fool + a naive sweetheart – this is a rare breed in later generations, and even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it.

Lin Ting clutched her chest, grabbed her icy hand, and said very seriously, word by word, "I already told Chen Jun yesterday that I've never actually liked him—I pretended to pursue him because I was worried that he wouldn't understand what liking someone means and would hold you back!"

Others wouldn't believe such obviously false statements, but Zheng Miaoying, with her triple label, believed them without a second thought.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down her face, which was pale and red from the cold. Even Lin Ting, a straight woman, felt sorry for her.

"Waaah... Lin Ting... you're such a good person..."

Zheng Miaoying wiped away her tears, her voice filled with self-reproach: "I misunderstood you, I'm so sorry, I deserve to die..."

Lin Ting remained silent, her heart filled with inner turmoil.

It's really hard to blame her for being such a crybaby.

What could that little crybaby have done wrong? It's all because of that brat Chen Jun who led her astray!

Lin Ting silently reached out and wiped away her tears, speaking in a soft voice as much as possible, "Don't cry, um... I'll help you make money this afternoon."

When Lin Ting was selling her last batch of goods, she almost lost some items several times. She thought that it was really tiring to run a stall by herself, so it would be good to ask Zheng Miaoying to come along, at least she could help collect and count the money.

"Waaaaah... Lin Ting, you're such a kind person..."

Zheng Miaoying buried her face in Lin Ting's arms, hugging her waist and crying even harder.

Lin Haoren's limbs were stiff, and his lips trembled slightly.

She really didn't want that "friend zone" treatment.

She stiffly patted Zheng Miaoying's back: "Let's talk this out. Don't wipe your snot on my clothes."