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

Zhang Xiuxiu wasn't interested in these attempts to build rapport: "What are we going to eat?"

"A new barbecue restaurant just opened on the food street outside, want to try it?"

In those days, charcoal barbecue quietly emerged, with iron grills set up everywhere—under residential buildings, at school gates, and in snack streets.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly, and the bubbling tofu skin was simply unparalleled; one bite was even more satisfying than meat.

There are also various kinds of meat skewers, such as lamb skewers, beef skewers, and pork skewers, which are grilled on the iron rack until they sizzle and drip oil. One bite is pure satisfaction.

The girls immediately became interested and happily headed towards the food street.

Seeing that they had walked a few steps away, Jing Chu looked at Qiao Nansheng and whispered, "You said you would pay the bill."

Qiao Nansheng quietly slipped a wad of cash into his pocket: "Yes, I'll pay, but you pay the bill."

Jing Chu smiled and put his hand on Qiao Nansheng's shoulder.

"That's a true brother. But seriously, are you sure Song Lingge and Fang Guanghua have nothing to do with each other? They didn't seem like... a couple of years ago..."

Qiao Nansheng's gaze ultimately made Jing Chu swallow his words.

"Anyway, you're treating us to dinner, so don't let anything slip later."

"You're always hiding it like this, how are we supposed to know you like her?"

Another icy gaze followed, and Jing Chu wisely shut his mouth.

When Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge came out of the library, it was past lunchtime, so he came up with this idea to ask her to come out for dinner.

They soon arrived at the barbecue stall. Qiao Nansheng had given them a lot of money, so Jing Chu generously ordered quite a lot of food.

We ordered dozens of meat skewers, including lamb, beef, and pork, and also the newest bubbling tofu skin. We also ordered three bowls of ice jelly for the three girls.

Prices in the 1990s were also quite reasonable; meat skewers cost only 80 cents a skewer, bubbling tofu skin cost 30 cents a skewer, and ice jelly cost 50 cents a bowl.

Zhang Xiuxiu nudged Yu Shaofen with her elbow and whispered in a voice that the three of them could hear, "Your fellow villager is quite generous to you!"

Yu Shaofen playfully retorted, but didn't refute her, her face as red as charcoal.

The sight of young boys and girls experiencing their first stirrings of love is truly beautiful.

"Don't stand, sit down, sit down. Nansheng, you sit over there, I'll sit here."

Jing Chu arranged for Qiao Nansheng to sit next to Song Lingge, while he himself sat down next to Yu Shaofen.

The three girls felt that Jing Chu was interested in Shao Fen.

Food in this era is all-natural, and the meat is not synthetic, so it tastes especially delicious even when it's eaten in its original form.

Especially the ice jelly, it's not made with any kind of concoction, it's made by hand from ice jelly seeds.

However, it only contained brown sugar, unlike nowadays where there are many other ingredients, making it a bit monotonous.

Song Lingge thought to herself that she would find some time to cook something for herself, sprinkle some raisins and add some fresh seasonal fruit, it would be incredibly delicious.

Jing Chu was a very talkative person, and in no time he was having a lively conversation with Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu.

Furthermore, she would occasionally give Qiao Nansheng meaningful glances, urging him to talk to Song Lingge.

Of course, all of these actions were performed while carrying three girls on his back.

As Song Lingge ate her ice jelly, her eyes darted around, she particularly loved this kind of everyday, down-to-earth atmosphere.

At times like these, I feel that life has great meaning.

Suddenly, Song Lingge was taken aback.

Qiao Nansheng immediately noticed something was wrong with her: "What's wrong?"

Song Lingge quietly squatted down and moved to the inside of Qiao Nansheng.

"I saw someone I shouldn't have seen right now."

Song Lingge explained in a low voice, and Qiao Nansheng stopped asking questions and straightened up to block her.

“That’s your father.” Song Lingge had her head down, but Qiao Nansheng could see Song Jianping at a glance.

Song Lingge's eyes widened in surprise: "You know my father?"

Qiao Nansheng shook his head: "I've met him, but I don't know him. Don't worry, he doesn't know me either."

Zhang Xiuxiu and the others finally noticed that something was wrong with the two of them. Just as they were about to ask, Song Lingge put her index finger to her lips, and the others tacitly stopped asking.

Song Jianping's stir-fried noodles were ready quickly, and he was about to pack them up and take them away.

"Shaofen, Xiuxiu, I have to go now. Jingchu, thank you for the barbecue, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Song Lingge had to hurry and catch up to confirm her guess.

"Hey, we haven't even finished eating yet, what's the rush?" Zhang Xiuxiu's mouth was full of oil, and she really couldn't understand what could be more urgent than eating.

Qiao Nansheng picked up Song Lingge's bag: "She forgot her bag, I'll bring it to her. You two can eat slowly."

After saying that, he hurried off to chase after Song Lingge.

Zhang Xiuxiu looked at the two people rushing around in a hurry and felt a little confused: "We're in the same dorm, we can just take it back to her later!"

Jing Chu stepped in to smooth things over: "It's alright, it's alright, let's eat. You're a top student, you're straightforward, you don't think about all that."

The three of them stopped meddling in other people's business and continued to sit down and happily eat barbecue and chat.

Yu Shaofen was lost in romantic daydreams, while Zhang Xiuxiu was engrossed in the delicious barbecue; neither of them had time to think about anything else.

Only Jingchu sighed inwardly, thinking that his stubborn best friend had finally come to his senses a little.

Being tall and long-legged, Qiao Nansheng quickly caught up with Song Lingge.

"How did you come?"

"You forgot your bag."

Song Lingge looked at him like he was an idiot: "Then thank you!"

Seeing that Qiao Nansheng wasn't leaving, Song Lingge looked puzzled: "Go back and eat something!"

"I'll go with you. You'll be discovered sooner or later for sneaking around like this."

Although she suspected Song Jianping of cheating, Song Lingge did not want others to find out, especially her classmates.

Seeing her hesitant and bashful, Qiao Nansheng seemed to be able to see through her thoughts: "My parents divorced when I was in elementary school because my dad cheated on me, so I have more experience with this than you do."

Qiao Nansheng spoke as if it were not his own business.

Since he saw through Song Lingge, she naturally couldn't refuse.

The two kept a distance of not too close and not too far behind, following Song Jianping.

Girls' dormitory.

As expected, Song Jianping came to the girls' dormitory.

However, it wasn't the building where Song Lingge lived.

He carried the fried noodles and stared expectantly at the entrance of the dormitory building.

Song Lingge felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

In her memory, during her university years, even though they lived in the same city, Song Jianping never came to see her.

The only time I offered to send her off was this semester.

It turns out, she was just too oblivious.

Unbeknownst to her, her father had visited countless times, even knowing the snack street well and how to take a shortcut to the girls' dormitory.

Soon, a girl with braided pigtails appeared at the entrance of the building. Song Lingge remembered that Song Jianping had seen her on the day of freshman registration.

Song Jianping, carrying fried noodles, went up to her, said something to her, and even gave her some money.

In Song Lingge's memory, Song Jianping loved her very much.

He would buy her all sorts of trendy dresses and take her out to eat delicious food often, but now he sees this scene.

Everything in the past seems to have been an illusion.