Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The next morning, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng went to the real estate transaction center to complete the transfer of ownership.

Before going to the real estate transaction center, they went to Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​to pick up Song Jianmei.

However, Song Jianmei absolutely refused to go.

She said that she hadn't spent a penny, and that having such a large shop and a place to live was enough.

She owes all of this to Song Lingge.

Therefore, the ownership of the shop belongs solely to Song Lingge. She is the boss and head chef in front of the camera, while Song Lingge is the big boss behind the scenes.

Song Jianmei was quite stubborn about this matter, and Song Lingge couldn't persuade her no matter what she did.

In the end, to avoid wasting time, I had no choice but to go to the real estate transaction center myself to complete the transfer.

Buying this shop was a completely unexpected move; Song Lingge's original intention was to help Song Jianmei.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, I have earned another fixed asset for myself.

In the car.

Song Lingge looked at the property ownership certificate in her hand and was overjoyed.

This woman's greedy nature was fully unleashed.

Seeing her undisguised expression, Qiao Nansheng only found her adorable.

The moment this thought crossed Qiao Nansheng's mind, he knew he was doomed.

He remembered Qin Sihai saying that when you think someone is cute no matter what they do, then you've completely won them over.

That's how Hu Lixia was to Qin Sihai.

Once, Hu Lixia learned how to make Cantonese claypot rice.

If the heat isn't controlled properly, when the rice is served, the bottom of the casserole won't be a golden-brown crispy rice crust, but rather a dark, oily, charcoal-like crust.

Neither Qiao Nansheng nor Qin Zichen and Qin Zihan could bring themselves to kiss him.

Only Qin Sihai frowned and took a bite with a smile.

He even praised it, saying, "It has a very unique texture, somewhat like black rice."

Qiao Nansheng knew back then that Qin Sihai's emotional contribution accounted for 90% of the reason why Qin Sihai and Hu Lixia had such a loving marriage for most of their lives.

He secretly asked Qin Sihai at the time, and he was told that if it wasn't crispy rice, it was burnt and that eating it would cause cancer.

There's no need to risk your health to please Hu Lixia.

Unexpectedly, Qin Sihai laughed and said that he had no intention of coaxing her.

His reaction at that time was completely heartfelt; it was his true feeling.

He just thought Hu Lixia was adorable. What kind of person was she? How could she make such claypot rice?

Golden rice crust with crispy rice crust is common, but charcoal-colored rice crust with crispy rice crust is not so common.

At that time, Qiao Nansheng thought his grandfather was possessed by an evil spirit.

Now, it seems he's possessed by an evil spirit.

Both the Qin and Qiao families were wealthy.

Qiao Nansheng grew up in a wealthy family, so his philosophy of life was to regard money as dirt.

He takes Qin Sihai as his role model and aspires to become an outstanding diplomat.

He, who was so full of self-satisfaction, never imagined that one day he would find a girl's greedy eyes extremely cute.

This can only be explained as possession by an evil spirit.

After Song Lingge noticed that something was wrong with Qiao Nansheng, she realized that she had overreacted.

There's nothing I can do, she's just that materialistic.

In my past life, I lived the life of a fairy for decades, but what good was it?

It's nothing compared to the satisfaction brought by this light and airy property ownership certificate in my hand.

However, she didn't intend to share this feeling with anyone, not even Qiao Nansheng.

If someone regards money as dirt, then let that dirt come even more fiercely!

She can handle it.

Song Lingge coughed twice: "Nansheng, do you have a property certificate? Do you own it alone?"

Qiao Nansheng nodded. "Yes."

Song Lingge became interested: "Which neighborhood?"

“Since I was one year old, my elders have given me a property every year for my birthday. However, they are all in different cities, including some overseas.”

......

The joy of sharing came to an abrupt end.

Qiao Nansheng's starting point is Song Lingge's ending point.

What angered me most was his nonchalant tone, as if he were saying that his family would buy him a large cabbage every year for his birthday.

"what happened?"

Qiao Nansheng noticed that Song Lingge's expression was strange.

Song Lingge hung her head, feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

The most lethal form of flaunting wealth is the subtle kind.

"It's nothing, it's just that your birthday present is really nice."

Song Lingge wanted to say "I want it too," but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Qiao Nansheng gave an "oh" and said dismissively, "Don't you think it's very perfunctory? They're just too lazy to put in the effort."

Perfunctory?

does not exist!

Please treat me with such indifference!

Song Lingge's heart was screaming, roaring, and accusing.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know Qiao Nansheng at all.

At the very least, she couldn't learn what he said today, even after two lifetimes.

Even if he were to live a third life, he probably still wouldn't be able to learn this matter-of-fact tone.

In fact, his teasing remark about a rich woman was a blatant mockery of her.

At this moment, Qiao Nansheng had no idea that Song Lingge was having so much going on in her mind.

In his eyes, those properties were meaningless; they were just a gift.

Sure enough, comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Song Lingge vowed that she would never ask such questions again, lest she cause herself unnecessary trouble.

Sadly, her joy at owning the property lasted less than a day before it was cruelly shattered.

Back at the snack street, Song Lingge waved the property ownership certificate and called out to Song Jianmei, who was cleaning.

"Auntie, look what this is!"

Song Jianmei wiped her hands on the apron several times before taking it.

"Is this the property ownership certificate?"

"Well, you could say that!" The names are different, but the meanings are similar.

Song Jianmei's eyes were filled with tears.

Although her name was Song Lingge, strangely enough, she didn't feel the same awkwardness she had when living in Song Lingge's house as she did when living in Song Jianping's.

Song Jianmei works very efficiently; she must not have rested much last night.

She cleaned the shop inside and out spotlessly by herself.

“Aunt, the shop is several times bigger than before, so we’ll definitely need to hire help. You shouldn’t have to work so hard all by yourself.”

Although Song Jianmei was frugal, she was also frugal where she could and extravagant where she could.

She used to be so busy with the small steamed bun shop that she could barely keep up with the demand. Now she definitely needs to hire people, and she can't skimp on that expense.

Even if Song Lingge hadn't brought it up, she would have considered it.

"Hmm, I've seen other people put up job postings, why don't we make one too?"

"Okay, I'll print a few copies later and put one on the door. I'll also put up a few more on the nearby bulletin boards."

Back then, there was no concept of finding jobs online; people would post job advertisements on bulletin boards.

"Lingge, when do you think would be a good time for us to open?"

The steamed bun shop was very small, and they didn't even bother to choose an auspicious day before opening.

Now that the store is so big, Song Jianmei suddenly doesn't want to be perfunctory anymore; she wants to treat this as a career.

After being reminded by Song Jianmei, Song Lingge suddenly realized that there was still a lot they needed to do.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, so it's not a good time to open for business.

Let's choose an auspicious date after the New Year.