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Having sorted through the skincare products, Ni Yang went back to her room to sleep.
The next morning, Ni Yang was awakened by the scent of delicious food.
Usually, Ni Yang would prepare breakfast, but Ni Cuihua, seeing that her daughter was not getting enough sleep, would get up early to prepare breakfast. All Ni Yang had to do was to prepare Mrs. Mo’s meals the night before.
“Mum, what are we having this morning? It smells wonderful!” asked Ni Yang, still brushing her teeth, and she walked over to the stove.
Ni Cuihua answered laughingly, “When your aunt Ni and I were out in the city the other day, everyone seemed to be eating fried dough sticks. They looked really appetizing, so I tried making some. Hurry up and finish brushing your teeth to taste it.”
In the past, without Ni Yang by her side, Ni Cuihua would have found it difficult to get around in Beijing, but now things were different. With enough money, she had no problem making her way around the city or even between several cities.
The changes in Ni Cuihua were not just on the surface.
“Alright.” Ni Yang nodded, quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face and came to the living room for breakfast.
The main breakfast was porridge, boiled eggs, and fried dough sticks.
The side dish was Spicy Radish Strips.
Savoring the porridge with some spicy radish strips, followed by the crispy fried dough stick, was nothing short of delicious.
Ni Cuihua’s cooking skills were quite good, she controlled the heat of the dough sticks just right, they tasted crispy and fluffy, leaving a lingering fragrance after bites, and the Spicy Radish Strips perfectly balanced out the greasiness of the fried dough sticks.
“Mom, this tastes great!” Ni Yang gave her mother a thumbs up.
Ni Cuihua laughed, “You know just how to please me!”
Ni Chenggui from the side said, “Yangyang’s mom, she’s not flattering you at all, your culinary skills are way better than the vendors selling fried dough sticks!”
No wonder Ni Yang’s cooking skills were so good, it turns out Ni Cuihua was also quite talented.
Upon hearing this, Ni Cuihua laughed even more joyously, “If it’s tasty, then eat more.”
After breakfast, Ni Chenggui left for work, and Ni Yang went to bring Wang Meifeng her skincare products.
Wang Meifeng’s workplace was in the center of Beijing. When Ni Yang arrived, Wang Meifeng had already been waiting, “Yangyang, over here.”
“Auntie Wang.” Ni Yang stopped her car with a smile.
“Yangyang, here is the money, please count it.” Wang Meifeng handed Ni Yang an envelope.
Ni Yang took the envelope, smiling, “No need to count, don’t I trust you? By the way, these are the face wash and aloe gel.” She unloaded a cardboard box from the back seat of her car. “Shall I help you bring it in?”
Wang Meifeng said, “No need, Yangyang, I can do it myself. You go ahead with your work.”
Ni Yang handed the bag hanging from her car to Wang Meifeng and laughed, “You have worked hard, Auntie Wang. Oh, these are the dried fruits and Sour Plum Soup that I made myself. Please share them with your colleagues. And this, this is the bread I made for Guobao.”
Before even opening the package, a mouth-watering aroma filled the air.
Feeling uncomfortable accepting Ni Yang’s gifts for no reason, Wang Meifeng insisted that these were not a big deal to her. It was Ni Yang who had been a great help to her family.
If it hadn’t been for Ni Yang, Yang Guobao would still be sick.
Without Ni Yang, would her skin have become so good?
Seeing Wang Meifeng’s rejections, Ni Yang swiftly filled Wang Meifeng’s arms with the items, hopped onto her bike, and turned to depart, hollering back, “Bye, Auntie Wang!”
Wang Meifeng chuckled and shook her head, “This child!”
Back in her office, Wang Meifeng put aside the things that Ni Yang had given for Yang Guobao. She then distributed the skincare products along with the dried fruits and Sour Plum Soup to her colleagues.
“Wow! Meifeng, this Sour Plum Soup is incredible! Where did you buy it from?”
“The dried fruits are also good! They are even tastier than the imported ones!”
The office filled up with the rustling sound of munching on dried fruits and words of praise.
Wang Meifeng said, “Both the dried fruits and Sour Plum Soup were handmade by the divine doctor, she asked me to bring them and share with you all.” “That divine doctor is amazing! How does she know how to do everything?” “Absolutely! She is quite extraordinary, isn’t she?”
Suddenly, a voice sourer than vinegar piped up, “This tactic of attracting popularity is indeed good. Who knows if she really is that good. You all shouldn’t count someone’s money after being sold!”
The speaker was Liu Fen, who usually butted heads with Wang Meifeng.
Liu Fen had once pursued Wang Meifeng’s husband, Yang Changzheng. After Wang Meifeng and Yang Changzheng became a couple, Liu Fen believed that Wang Meifeng had come between her and Yang Changzheng’s relationship, so she often targeted Wang Meifeng, dreaming of shattering Wang Meifeng and Yang Changzheng’s marital bliss, hoping for a prompt divorce!