Moreover, from the last incident, it seems that Lan Shuixian has a certain right to speak within Lange Yuntian, and that’s the impression she gives.
"Hey, because of that time, our manager gave me a severe scolding, and I quit in a huff," Lan Shuixian waved her hand, "But your place isn’t finished yet, it’ll still take some time before you open for business, right?"
"Yes, at least another month."
"My shop is so big, can you spare me a room? I was thinking, since you have a big store, opening a fried chicken shop at your doorstep could be good for business."
"Where did you learn to make fried chicken, and do you know any other skills?" Xiaofeng was still somewhat skeptical about her ability to fry chicken.
In her mind, only modern people crave fried chicken, particularly fried chicken legs.
"I can also make fries and bubble tea."
Xiaofeng looked at her: "Did you learn these skills on your own?"
"My sister said that after she woke up from sleep, she suddenly knew how to do these things. It must be the God of Wealth who felt sorry for our family and bestowed these skills on her," the little boy suddenly interjected.
The little boy looked to be around eleven or twelve years old, thin and wiry; his sharp, lively eyes sparkled.
To wake up knowing these skills implied that she could be like Xiaofeng, having traveled from the modern era.
But without absolute certainty, such a matter could not be easily voiced out loud: "To just wake up with such skills, that’s truly amazing."
"I used to be in a coma; my grandma thought I was going to die, but then I woke up. After waking up, my mind was filled with all sorts of strange ideas. It’s weird, how these ideas suddenly appeared," Lan Shuiyou said, somewhat embarrassed.
Nobody would believe such a story, yet it was the truth.
After she woke up, her mind was filled with memories that were not hers. Yet she had no idea who those memories belonged to or where they came from.
Not only that, but the other person’s ideas naturally became her own thoughts and ideas.
"It is pretty strange indeed." Xiaofeng didn’t know Lan Shuixian well, and there were some questions she couldn’t just ask. But if she wanted to find out whether Lan Shuixian was from the modern era, keeping her around was the best course of action, "How about this, if I’m willing, you can start working part-time here for now. As for opening your shop, I think you could set up closer to a school entrance. I believe the students would really like these crispy foods."
The lease was signed by her for ten years. She wasn’t even friends with Lan Shuixian at the moment, so naturally, there was no obligation to help her with this.
"That works too, I’ll just register first, and come back when you’re open for business." Lan Shuixian spoke naturally with Xiaofeng, without any pretense.
She pointed towards a small alley not far away: "See that alley? Go through it, walk another two miles, and you’ll reach my home."
Lan Shuixian said she was off to get medicine for her grandmother and was in a hurry, pulling the little boy with her as she left.
Watching her retreating figure, Xiaofeng felt more and more curious. Who exactly was Lan Shuixian; could she tell that Xiaofeng also came from the modern world?
Compared to modern delights like bubble tea, the things she made weren’t exactly modern but could be said to have already appeared in this era, not entirely out of place.
Xiaofeng couldn’t help asking Xiaoqi, "Can you tell where the soul of the girl who just left comes from?"
"Master, her soul is from the same place as yours, but it seems her memory is fragmented. To her, the switch of souls feels like just a dream," Xiaoqi replied.
"I don’t quite understand; does that mean she has two souls in her body?"
"Yes, it’s two souls. It depends on which soul can overpower the other, and then that one will control the body." Xiaoqi could only know so much; beyond that, he had no knowledge.
"That’s unbelievable. So you’re telling me the original owner of this body could reclaim it at any time?" Xiaofeng couldn’t help worrying about herself upon learning this.
"Logically speaking, it’s not impossible," Xiaoqi nodded gravely, "It all depends on the right circumstances."
"Xiaoqi, don’t scare me. If the original owner comes back, what will become of my own soul?"
She had been here for more than a year, and now Xiaoqi was telling her that the body’s original soul might reclaim it at any moment—what a twist.
In other words, another woman could return at any time to take back the body she was occupying. With this thought, she couldn’t help shivering, "It’s too eerie, I can’t accept it."