Outside, there was a sign listing the prices for meat buns, vegetable buns, and soy milk, totaling less than three yuan for the items Chiang Xiao had packed to take away.
However, he placed down two two-yuan bills, with no intention of asking the shop owner for change.
Seeing this, Chiang Xiao quickly grabbed the buns and chased after him.
"Chiang Xiao!" Yu Chunyu suddenly stood up and called out loudly to her, but although Chiang Xiao did not want to disturb them, she also did not want to bring trouble upon herself by playing matchmaker or messenger, so despite hearing her shout, she pretended not to have heard.
The shop owner hurried over, saw the four yuan on the table, and immediately slapped her thigh in disappointment, "Ah, I was planning to treat them! Xiaoyu, what do you think? Like him or not?"
Yu Chunyu’s face reddened a bit and she stamped her foot. "Sister!"
The shop owner knew her thoughts at a glance and felt even more disappointed, "So you do have a fancy for him, but it seems that Supervisor Guard didn’t show the same interest in you? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left the money and left."
"Sister, can you really see it that way? It’s right that he paid! It shows that he has good morals!"
It showed he wasn’t the type to take advantage of such small benefits!
That’s why she liked him even more.
"Fine, fine, fine, everything about him is good. But, did he ask you out for a walk or anything?"
"We’ve just met, asking me out right away, how would that look?" Yu Chunyu instinctively made excuses for Meng Xinian, "Besides, he told me that his sister will be starting first grade at the town’s middle school next semester, and I’ll be her homeroom teacher. How could there be a lack of opportunities to interact with him then?"
That was also the reason Yu Chunyu didn’t chase after him.
In her view, they were already somewhat connected, having a bit of ’the monk can run away, but the temple can’t hide’ vibe.
Meng Xinian took long strides out of the breakfast shop and had walked a distance before he stopped, with Chiang Xiao following close behind without noticing, and she bumped straight into him.
There was a thud as her nose hit his firm and solid back.
Meng Xinian was caught between laughter and tears, turned around and looked at her, "Does it hurt?"
Chiang Xiao’s nose was indeed a bit numb from the impact, she rubbed it herself, but couldn’t help reaching out with her index finger to poke at the wounded area on his chest.
Chiang Xiao laughed and squinted at him, "Got my revenge."
"You naughty girl," Meng Xinian pinched her nose.
Why was she so mischievous?
Specifically poking right at his gunshot wound!
Chiang Xiao swatted his hand away and said, "I need to go to the hospital, and you’re coming with me so the doctor can change your dressings." She had been smelling the scent of blood on him, suspecting the wound must have festered, and he surely needed to get it treated at the hospital.
Of course, she also wanted to take the opportunity to return his things to him.
"Okay, to the hospital," Meng Xinian agreed, hearing her speak in an authoritative tone made him a bit happy, feeling that this young lady was starting to take care of him, and he quite liked that approach.
The two of them had a noticeable age difference, with Chiang Xiao still young, walking side by side they looked like siblings.
However, Meng Xinian’s height and appearance were too eye-catching, attracting the gazes of many young ladies, young wives, and aunties along the way.
Meng Xinian had long been used to such attention and was indifferent. However, he suddenly remembered what Chiang Xiao had said to him before, about not looking at girls, or he would bring them disaster, so he kept his eyes straight ahead the entire time.
When they arrived at the hospital, Chiang Xiao planned to separate from him, "You go to the outpatient department to find a doctor, I need to visit the inpatient building."
Meng Xinian held on to her, "Who’s in the hospital? I’ll go with you."
He had been holding back from asking, but he hadn’t expected her to come here and still not inform him, even not allowing him a glance.