He didn’t know how long had passed before he suddenly stood up, left the room, and went to the front desk to ask, "Excuse , where is Wa Yiting?"
The front desk clerk glanced at him and politely pointed in a direction. Shen Ting followed her direction and found Wa Yiting flirting with a middle-aged man.
Shen Ting’s face turned pale, and he walked over to grab Wa Yiting’s hand and pulled her away.
The middle-aged man was the hotel’s supervisor. He was stunned for a mont when Shen Ting suddenly appeared, and seeing that he was wearing the hotel’s slippers, realized he was a hotel guest and didn’t dare to say anything.
Wa Yiting struggled hard, but no matter how hard a girl tries, she can’t match the strength of a man. In the end, she was dragged to a room on the second floor by Shen Ting, and many people saw it along the way, starting another round of discussion.
"Sir, you..."
"Stead bun! Do you know how to make it?" Shen Ting asked as soon as he entered the room.
"What?"
"Stead bun, make it for once and I’ll give you a thousand." Shen Ting reiterated.
Wa Yiting looked at him with full suspicion. Shen Ting, enduring dizziness, walked to the luggage, took out a thousand yuan, and handed it to her: "Make stead buns once, and all of this is yours!"
"..." Wa Yiting held the money handed to her with so difficulty: "Well, I’ve never made it before, if it doesn’t taste good..."
Although stead buns are relatively easy to make, Wa Yiting indeed had never made them.
The Wa Family was not affluent, and stead buns required sticky rice flour. When she was young, the Wa Family couldn’t even afford white flour, let alone sticky rice flour. So even though Wa Yiting was a capable hand with farm work inside and outside, she had never made this.
In the past, in the Sixth Brigade of Xiahe Village, the only household that could and would make this was the Ruan Family, because the Ruanlin Family adored Jiaojiao, willing to make anything for her.
And when Wa Yiting said this, Shen Ting’s face instantly turned deathly pale. His vision went black for a mont, and he took a big step back, finally squatting down slowly along the edge of the bed.
Wa Yiting was startled by his action, holding the money, she squatted in front of him: "Sir, are you okay, do you need to find a doctor for you?"
Shen Ting didn’t reply. He held his head, raised his eyelids, and asked her: "Wa Yiting, answer one question, and I’ll give you another thousand yuan. In the spring of ’86, did you give Xiu Xi a stead bun, do you rember?"
Upon hearing the na Xiu Xi, Wa Yiting was taken aback for a mont, because ti had passed so quickly. The Ruan Family had long since moved out of Xiahe Village, and Xiu Xi had moved away with them. Over a decade had passed, and hearing this na again, she actually felt as if it was a lifeti ago.
It was a secret that Xiu Xi was from the Duan Family, including the discreet arrangent of relocating his mother’s grave. The people of Xiahe Village didn’t know, and neither did Wa Yiting.
In her eyes, Xiu Xi was still the lucky person adopted by the Ruan Family back then.
Although she didn’t know what the relationship was between Shen Ting and Xiu Xi, she honestly replied, "I don’t rember."
All those unrealistic fantasies about the Ruan Family, the jealousy toward Ruan Jiaojiao, had long dissipated with the passage of ti and the growing distance between them.
She shook her head and added, "Even if it happened, it had nothing to do with ."
Because she couldn’t even feed herself, how could she have anything to give to others? The only possibility was that it was sothing from the Ruan Family, and she happened to be there at the ti, either Ruanlin or Jiaojiao asked her to pass it along.
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