Su Xiaofeng’s face fell instantly.
That annoying Xiaoqi, always looking for attention.
Or was the original owner’s body really that weak?
Even a child could fall off while riding a motorcycle.
When you think about it, the road from Lihua Village to the county was a dirt road full of holes, which might actually be enough to shake a baby off.
“You know how to ride a motorcycle?” Ye Cheng looked at Su Xiaofeng with some surprise.
In the ten or eight nearby villages, there were probably only one or two households that owned a motorcycle.
Su Xiaofeng said she could ride a motorcycle—was that true or false?
“I’ve seen others ride, it’s similar to riding a bike.
The difference is, a bike requires pedaling, this doesn’t, just throttle it and it moves on its own,” Su Xiaofeng explained casually.
A flock of crows flew over Ye Cheng’s head.
Is this considered knowing how to ride?
“If you dare to ride, I wouldn’t dare to lend it,” Ye Cheng concluded.
Su Xiaofeng, unabashed like an old fried dough stick, showed a face of nonchalance: “Then don’t lend it, I just remembered, my bicycle is still being repaired in the town.
You can just stop there, thanks.”
The other party didn’t bring up the matter of lending the motorcycle again, and Ye Cheng certainly did not broach the subject.
However, if she mentioned it again, he would just happen to be going to the county tomorrow and wouldn’t mind giving her a lift.
During the journey, Su Xiaofeng didn’t bring up the matter of the vehicle again.
Arriving in town, Su Xiaofeng woke up Su Peng to get off, and Ye Cheng glanced at Su Xiaofeng, clearing his throat: “I actually have to go to the city tomorrow to pick up some medicine and such.”
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaofeng’s eyes lit up: “Really?
Cheng, around eight o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll wait for you here.”
He shook his head inwardly.
This Su Xiaofeng really didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘polite.’
After saying goodbye to Ye Cheng, Su Xiaofeng went with Su Peng to the bicycle repair shop.
The bicycle was already repaired, but Su Xiaofeng had another idea: “Master, can you convert this bicycle into a tricycle?”
The master looked at Su Xiaofeng, his dark face unreadable: “It’s possible to convert, thirty yuan.”
Thirty yuan wasn’t expensive.
She took out a hundred yuan from the money Luo Yuzhu had given her as her performance fee, and after accounting for the deposit and today’s fare to the town, she still had over sixty yuan.
The original owner seemed to have saved some money too, roughly forty or fifty yuan.
She gritted her teeth: “Fine, thirty it is.
And make the cargo box at the back as large as possible; I’ll use it to haul goods.”
The master pointed to the ground not far away: “Pick one yourself.”
His words implied it was up to her to choose which kind she wanted—he would just install it.
Su Xiaofeng picked a large one.
The other party said it could be ready by tomorrow.
She nodded, planning to pick it up after returning from the city tomorrow.
After retrieving her morning purchases from the market from the bicycle shop and returning to Lihua Village, it was already dark.
He Ximei looked at the two people who had left early in the morning to rush to the market and only returned after dark, her face turned thoroughly dark: “You two actually remembered to come back.”
“Mom, we’ve got meat.” Su Peng, oblivious to He Ximei’s mood, cheerfully presented the meat in front of her: “Xiaofeng bought quite a bit of meat, we’ll have stir-fried meat for dinner.”
He Ximei looked at the chunk of meat in Xiaofeng’s hand, easily weighing three or four pounds, and snorted, taking it: “Why are you only back now?”
Listening to He Ximei’s question, Su Peng explained: “Xiaofeng and I took the car to the city.
I waited at the gate while Xiaofeng and her mother visited relatives.
We even got a ride back with Dr.
While Su Peng might not be the brightest, he was capable of explaining what had happened clearly.
Hearing Su Peng’s words, He Ximei’s eyes turned towards Xiaofeng: “Did you agree to that marriage your mother told you about?”
Talking about visiting relatives and deceiving kids was one thing.
Feeling a bit hungry, Su Xiaofeng touched her stomach: “No.”
He Ximei was somewhat surprised: “I thought they were quite rich?”
Su Xiaofeng had always thought about living a good life in the city before.
“He’s short-lived, won’t live much longer.”
Hearing Su Xiaofeng’s words, knowing she had not agreed, a smile crept onto He Ximei’s face: “Your mother too, she wants you to marry and then become a widow.
What would you like to eat tonight?”
“Boil some soup with bones and radishes, and fry some meat,” Su Xiaofeng thought to herself that the family she spoke of wasn’t much either.
“I wonder if you’ll ever get enough,” He Ximei muttered as she heard Su Xiaofeng’s words and headed into the kitchen.
Touching her stomach, Su Xiaofeng wondered if it was either her craving for meat or the lack of greasiness in the nineties, but she was starving after walking for over an hour, feeling dizzy and light-headed now.