After finishing everything, she entered her room feeling tired. Originally, she wanted to take a nap, but ended up entering the system instead. Utilizing the time difference in the system, she completed the task assigned by the system. Yes, the task was to embroider the Qingming River Painting. It seemed that the system had set a target for her to reach today, and upon completion, she would receive extra Gold Coins as a reward. Her single-digit Gold Coins finally showed a rising trend.
Ding—a sound indicated that something new had happened in the system.
She opened the system’s transparent panel and was startled to see that many cheap fabrics, like cotton and hemp, were available. There were many colors to choose from, and remarkably, they could be purchased with money instead of Gold Coins. Additionally, many items had a line struck through the original price with a new price listed below.
Is this... a discount?
It turned out the system could offer discounts. She wondered if it was possible to bargain, but ever since she had acquired this system, System always dictated firm prices with no discounts—what was offered was what had to be paid. When did it become so humanized? Suddenly, there were items that could be bought with money, though the prices were similar to outside, but it was advantageous due to the variety of colors and the convenience of purchase.
Right, when did the system change?
What exactly caused it?
She put down the embroidery needle she was holding, ordered a glass of milk, and sat down at the table to drink.
Was the change in the system really because of her?
What exactly had she done today that made the system change?
It seemed like nothing?
No, there was something.
She remembered that today she had given the remaining scallion pancakes to some beggars, and thought to herself that if there were leftovers in the future, she would give them to them. Could it be because of her occasional acts of kindness that the system rewarded her with discounts?
She thought that must be the case.
However, she didn’t understand—if being kind could lead to so many benefits, what kind of punishment would the system give Qin Xiangmei for all the bad deeds she had done in her previous life?
She rested her head on the table, holding a cup of milk. The milk had a distinctive creamy scent. In that moment, her heart felt neither sadness nor joy, neither hatred nor resentment because it was all in the past. As long as they did not provoke her, she thought she could truly forget the heart-wrenching and deadly hatred of her past life.
The word "hatred" pierced her heart, truly bitter.
At this moment, only about two hours had passed in the system’s time; she spent at least ten hours in there daily, which meant only about an hour had passed outside.
She took the clothes that had been set aside and began to work quietly on them. The garments required pure handcrafting, needing handiwork except for some ironing that had been done earlier, and of course, this was time-consuming.
With a creak, Jian Zhiqing pushed open the door. The room was already filled with the delicious aroma of cooked food, finally, his cold eyes gained a bit of warmth.
No more need to endure the unpalatable food from the cafeteria.
"Brother Jian is back," Qin Xiangnuan peeked her head out from the kitchen, having timed her cooking perfectly with his return.
"It’ll be ready soon, just one more dish," she sped up her movements, and once Jian Zhiqing washed his hands, they could start their meal.