Dirty, Bloodthirsty Things

At seven that evening, Jiang Li returned.

She knocked on the door uneasily. After entering, she saw the dining table piled high with ingredients.

The girl's eyes lit up. She stepped forward and looked at the pile with delight, but frowned when she realized everything was fresh.

"Big Sister Ren, where did all this come from?"

"I ordered it online. There was a sale today, and all of this only cost five hundred yuan. It'll be enough for the two of us to eat for three days."

"Next time, let me buy it. I pass by the garbage dump on my way home from school, and sometimes I can pick up food there. We need to save our money and can't spend it carelessly."

Looking at the serious Jiang Li, Ren Feihong recalled a saying: "Children of the poor grow up early."

Jiang Li then skillfully began cooking. In less than half an hour, she had prepared two dishes and a soup and set them before Ren Feihong.

Though she could not taste the food, the sight of the steaming dishes made Ren Feihong feel as if it was not she who had taken Jiang Li in, but Jiang Li who had taken her in.

The food could only be considered average, and her wristwatch also informed her that she was eating food of average quality, but Ren Feihong did not care.

She was technically part of a wealthy second-generation family, though she was rather peripheral within it.

There were seventeen children on her parents' side. She did not resemble either of them much, nor was she particularly favored.

After she had been admitted to Profound Law University, the family's support had increased somewhat. But now that her student status had been changed to the Archaeology Department of Profound Law