Early in the morning, Simei finished getting ready, dressed herself up beautifully, and left the house humming a tune, heading west toward the bus stop near Wang Yan's home.
She couldn't ride a bicycle or a motorcycle, and the company hadn't assigned her a vehicle yet. Even deliveries around the city were made by workers pedaling tricycles through the streets and alleys.
The motorcycle Erqiang had ridden the night before had been bought by Wang Yan. Wang Yan spent more time at school while Erqiang spent more time working, so Erqiang rode the motorcycle. Wang Yan got around on foot, while Sanli rode a bicycle. They had all been bought after they made money...
She walked along lightly, soon passing Wang Yan's front door. Simei stopped, looked at the unlocked gate, sniffed the delicious scent that drifted straight into her nose, and pushed the gate open to walk in.
"Brother Yan, you didn't go back to school yesterday? Are you hogging good food all to yourself? I could smell it from outside. What are you making?" Like Wang Xifeng, she had already started shouting before she even got inside.
Before anyone could answer, Simei had already scampered in. She ignored Wang Yan, who was sitting there shirtless with one leg crossed over the other, smoking. After all these years, Simei had long since become immune to the powerful, chiseled muscles covering his body.
She headed straight into the makeshift kitchen, lifted the lid off the clay pot on the gas stove, looked at the bubbling soup inside, and took a deep breath.
"Wow, chicken soup, Brother Yan. It smells so good. Why haven't you made this before?"
"It replenishes vitality. Drinking it when there's nothing wrong with you can make you overheated."
"Who had their vitality drained? Did you get