Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 483: Even the Greedy Worms in Our Stomachs Are Comin

After Xinyan entered the school gate, she felt it was still necessary to inform Han Jingchen about this matter.

So she said to Jiang Peiqin, "You go back to the dorm first, I’ll call ho."

Jiang Peiqin didn’t think much of it and nodded, "Okay, then stay safe."

Xinyan waved to Jiang Peiqin, "Don’t worry."

She dialed the phone number at ho: "Hello, Dad."

After the National Day holiday, Han Jingchen was going to work at the railway bureau. Maybe it was a father-daughter connection, he was already planning to call Xinyan. The two had agreed earlier to go back and pick up Granny Zhang during the National Day holiday, and he was just thinking of asking her what ti to book the ticket: "Yanyan, Dad was just about to call you."

Upon hearing this, Xinyan imdiately understood his aning: "Dad, did you book the ticket?"

Han Jingchen replied, "Not yet, I wanted to ask you what your preference is, which one you want to take?"

Xinyan had already planned: "Dad, just book the morning one."

Han Jingchen agreed, then asked, "Yanyan, are you calling back because sothing’s happened?"

Xinyan didn’t hide it and directly explained the situation.

Han Jingchen anxiously asked first, "Are you hurt?"

Xinyan responded, "No, you know my skills."

Hearing that his daughter was okay but had been sched against, he directly turned grim: "Don’t worry about this matter, Dad will handle it."

Xinyan said, "Dad, my classmate Jiang Peiqin also called her family."

She didn’t explain it clearly, but Han Jingchen naturally understood his daughter’s aning: "Dad knows, leave it to Dad, you take care of yourself. When the event ends, Dad will co to pick you up, and you can stay ho tonight."

Xinyan agreed, and after chatting for a few more sentences, they hung up the phone.

However, during those idle chat monts, Xinyan had a purpose.

When she returned to the dorm, Jiang Peiqin looked at her, "At this hour, there might not be any food left in the cafeteria. I have so pastries, you can have a bite."

Xinyan waved her hand, "No need, I have food."

Then she opened the cabinet, took out so oat flour Sister Chen had made on her last trip ho, made herself a bowl, and looked at Jiang Peiqin, "Would you like to have a bowl?"

This salty and fragrant aroma spread, tempting not only Jiang Peiqin, who hadn’t had dinner, but also the other dormmates.

Jiang Peiqin, drawn by the scent, shed her previous cool deanor, "Thanks a lot."

But when she brought over a lunchbox, she also handed Xinyan two chocolates, "These are for you to eat."

Xinyan saw the chocolates in her hand and teased, "Looks like I’ve made a profit now."

At this mont, Bai Aiwen envied them, "You guys are making my grabby cravings act up."

Xinyan glanced at the oat flour in her hands and saw everyone’s eager eyes, "Why don’t you all try a bowl?"

Ever since Li Yutong moved to 307.0, everyone in the dormitory had been getting along quite well. Though a bit shy, the fragrance was just too alluring.

Except for Qiao Shani who wasn’t in the dorm, and Jiang Peiqin who was already making oat flour, Bai Aiwen was the first to bring her lunchbox over, "I won’t refuse then."

Saying this, she extended her lunchbox and also placed down so dried apricots, "Keep these dried apricots for yourself."

In her village, they not only farm but also have a fruit orchard as a sideline. Every year, the bruised fruits and those with small sizes are processed and dried into various fruit snacks, which are then distributed among hos.

They don’t eat them all at once, but keep so stored for when guests co over, grabbing a handful to serve. These dried apricots were newly sun-dried this year, and her family specifically packed them for her when she left.

Xinyan couldn’t refuse, because in tis like these, no one easily gives away things for free. Even though she has space, she doesn’t want to make trouble for herself.

With Bai Aiwen’s gesture, everyone brought so items over to exchange; even Zhang Zhaodi brought the last bit of pickled vegetables over, "Xinyan, I only have pickles left, don’t mind it."

She couldn’t resist the allure of the oat flour’s scent, but she had only brought a few jars of pickles, feeling a bit embarrassed.