She really felt that people in the 90s were too easy to talk to, too sincere; there was a phrase that they often held in their hearts at that time.
"For the amount of money, do that much work."
She rode her tricycle to the entrance of the park, where the grandfather and grandson were still sitting. The grandson was still asleep, while the grandfather had gotten up and was carefully covering his grandson with clothes. Qin Xiangnuan had considered whether to take them in, but after all, as a young girl, it was inconvenient, and Jian Zhiqing liked quiet. With one more person, it would always be too much trouble; and what could it change by taking in one more? There were too many pitiful people in the world.
What she could do was to give them the leftover scallion pancakes that she sold each day, no matter how much there was.
In fact, the leftovers from each day were not few. They were enough for the two of them to eat for a whole day. Although they had no roof over their heads, their problem of food and clothing could first be solved.
As for where they would end up in the future, everyone has their own fate.
Riding the tricycle, she wondered what to cook for the day, finally deciding on rice since it was delicious and filling, mainly because there were still some vegetables left from yesterday, and buying a little more would be enough.
She was cooking in the kitchen when she heard a dog barking outside.
The sound of a small dog, it really sounded tiny; what, could it be that someone’s puppy had run out?
"Nuannuan, come out and have a look."
Qin Xiangnuan hurriedly washed her hands and ran out of the kitchen, only to see a small black dog in Jian Zhiqing’s arms—seemingly a German Shepherd puppy, but very young, probably still breastfeeding.
"Where did it come from?" she rushed over and took the little puppy from Jian Zhiqing’s arms. As a young girl, how could she refuse such a cute little pet, no matter what it would grow into in the future, whether smart or dumb.
But it was really cute now, with a moist little nose. It was only about a foot long, with teary, wet eyes, and its little ears drooped down. Qin Xiangnuan pinched the puppy’s little ears, and the little fellow licked her hand, tickly and fun.
"It was brought over from a friend’s place and was born less than a month ago," Jian Zhiqing also mimicked Nuannuan’s actions, pinching the little puppy’s ear. The little fellow moved its ear and closed its eyes, refusing to move any longer.
"The house is too empty," Jian Zhiqing looked around. When he was here, it was fine to say, but since he had to work, he didn’t spend much time here. However, Qin Xiangnuan wasn’t in school yet, and it wasn’t that good to be alone, and it wouldn’t be possible to have no one at home once she started school. Raising a dog to watch the house was a good idea; this way, he would also feel more at ease.
He patted the little puppy’s back, "How about it, do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it," Qin Xiangnuan loved dogs the most because they were loyal. In her past life, Wang Dali’s family had a small dog named Yellow, just a common mutt, which she had fed and raised. It had been very close to her, but sadly, later the little dog died from eating a dead rat in the village.
Because she hadn’t taken proper care of the dog, and without a dog to guard the house, she remembered clearly, first, Wang Dali’s mom beat her, then Wang Dali himself beat her brutally. That day, she got beaten black and blue, yet still had to farm, feed the pigs, and cook for the whole family.
At this thought, the bitter feelings surged to her nostrils, and thus forced the moisture out from her eyes.