Chapter 175
Chapter 175
The only time Old Man Wang had ever earned money from fortune-telling was when a customer discovered the scam and overturned his stall in a rage. The fall broke Old Man Wang’s leg, and the customer ended up paying him several thousand yuan in compensation.
Now Yun Youyou dared make such a grand claim. Even Old Man Wang admired her courage.
He slowly sidled over to Ji Lin.
“If she gets beaten up later, you’d better jump in and stop them.”
Ji Lin looked completely relaxed. “I trust her.”
Old Man Wang: “…”
Damn it. There was no reasoning with a lovestruck fool!
The old man rolled his eyes, hoisted the banner onto his shoulder, and prepared to run with it at the first sign of trouble.
Perhaps that would teach this pair of blindly lovestruck fools a lesson.
Yun Youyou had no idea she had already been branded one of them.
At that moment, she was concentrating on telling a fortune.
She carefully studied the customer before her.
The woman appeared to be in her early twenties and had delicate, attractive features.
Tired eyes, an ill-fitting business suit, and an iced Americano in one hand.
No question about it. She was a corporate wage slave!
“Master, can you see anything?”
Dai Anqi had not expected much from the beautiful young woman before her. The reading only cost five yuan, after all, and cheap goods were rarely good.
She sighed. “I’ve always felt like something is missing from my destiny.”
“You are missing something.”
Dai Anqi leaned forward anxiously. “What is it?”
“Money.”
“Master! How did you know?”
Dai Anqi covered her mouth in astonishment, then obediently handed Yun Youyou five yuan.
Old Man Wang: “???”
Yun Youyou tucked the money into her pocket.
Was that not obvious? What working person did not need money? Anyone who had enough would not be slaving away for a Company!
Dai Anqi took out another five yuan. “Master, do you know any way to remedy it?”
Yun Youyou asked, “Why do you think I’m out here telling fortunes?”
Dai Anqi froze.
“Because… you need money?”
Yun Youyou clapped her hands. “Correct!”
“If I could remedy it, don’t you think I’d have fixed my own problem already?”
Dai Anqi suddenly felt like crying.
Damn it. Why was making money so difficult?
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Yun Youyou hurried to comfort her. “Don’t cry. There is a method, actually. But disaster may come with it.”
Dai Anqi seized Yun Youyou’s hand.
“Master, tell me what it is!”
“Wait here.”
Yun Youyou turned and ran into the bookstore next door. She used her own money to buy a copy of the Criminal Law.
Then she returned and handed it to Dai Anqi.
“Here. All the methods are in this book.”
“If you’re lucky, you’ll only suffer imprisonment. If you’re unlucky, you’ll suffer bloodshed. So keep working honestly and stop dreaming about getting rich overnight.”
Dai Anqi stared at the criminal code in her hands. “…”
No wonder the reading cost only five yuan. Cheap goods truly were not good.
Even so, she placed the second five-yuan bill in Yun Youyou’s hand.
“I’ll treat it as ten yuan for a comedy routine. Thanks for the little gift.”
Before leaving, Dai Anqi looked back at Yun Youyou. “Have you ever considered becoming a stand-up comedian? I think you’d be perfect for it.”
Yun Youyou: “…No.”
Dai Anqi nodded regretfully. “What a shame.”
Yun Youyou: “…”
No!
It was not a shame at all!
Yun Youyou used the ten yuan to buy Old Man Wang a lemonade.
He took a long slurp, and his eyes lit up.
“This is pretty good.”
Yun Youyou looked at him. “Come on. Since you’re already here, you might as well walk with us.”
Old Man Wang had no desire to wedge himself between the young couple.
He declined Yun Youyou’s invitation.
“I need to go home for dinner. Youyou, there’s no food for you tonight, so don’t bother coming back.”
With that, Old Man Wang hoisted his banner and ran off.
Yun Youyou and Ji Lin exchanged a look.
She blinked. “Should we keep walking?”
Ji Lin took the first step forward.
“Let’s go.”
The two walked quietly down the road.
Ji Lin did not say much, while the tapioca pearls in Yun Youyou’s milk tea kept her mouth too occupied to talk for a while.
“What do you want for dinner?”
Without realizing it, they had entered a supermarket.
Yun Youyou looked up in surprise.
“Don’t tell me you’re cooking it yourself?”
Ji Lin naturally took hold of a shopping cart and pushed it forward. “Mm. Is there anything you want?”
Yun Youyou’s own cooking was comparable to poison, which made her twenty times more cautious about everyone else’s culinary skills.
She found a tactful way to ask.
“What are the odds that your cooking will kill a ghost?”
“Zero.”
That confident?
There were only two possibilities. Either Ji Lin was genuinely an excellent cook, or he was blindly overconfident.
Based on what Yun Youyou knew of him, the second option seemed impossible.
She chewed on a tapioca pearl. “What dishes can you make?”
Ji Lin remained perfectly composed. “Anything you want.”
Yun Youyou’s eyes widened.
Oh? Bragging right in front of her?
All ninety-nine pounds of rebellion in her immediately reared its head.
She was the classic sort who would tear the roof off if no one disciplined her for a day.
“Then I want dinosaur stewed with yams, paramecium and seaweed soup on the side, a whole steamed mermaid, and rose-earthworm brownies for dessert.”
Her clear almond-shaped eyes gazed at Ji Lin with utter sincerity.
Her expression was both mischievous and slightly deserving of a smack.
She looked like a cat preparing to knock a glass off the table.
Ji Lin gave a quiet laugh and lowered his voice as if coaxing her.
“How about a plate of deep-fried giant cockroaches?”
Yun Youyou had never before understood what it meant to say the most terrifying thing in the most beautiful voice.
Now she did.
The thought of those brown, flying monsters, the kind that would see a person standing there and flap straight at their face, nearly made Yun Youyou suffocate.
Too terrifying!
“No, no, no! Cockroaches and I cannot exist under the same sky. Where I live, they die. Where they live, I die!”
Yun Youyou could not distance herself from cockroaches fast enough.
Having tamed the mischievous little ghost, Ji Lin surveyed the supermarket’s vegetables and casually asked, “Have you decided what you want now?”
Yun Youyou obediently replied, “I want poached pork in chili oil.”
Ji Lin went to find the ingredients.
Yun Youyou poked her head around beside him. “Can we add cilantro?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes lit up instantly.
“Great! Let’s go buy some.”
Cilantro with numbing, spicy poached pork was unbeatable!
The thought of that delicious dinner almost made Yun Youyou drool.
Ji Lin selected vegetables while she bobbed her head and began humming a song.
It was her own original Ode to Cilantro.
Cilantro was a vegetable that could speak, and one with an extremely powerful presence.
No matter what dish it appeared in, it would leap out, slap you across the mouth, and declare with wild defiance, “Open wide, motherfucker! I’m cilantro!”