This Is a Treasure Vault

By evening, Jiang Li came home with a backpack on her back.

She carried a bag of vegetables, their leaves wilted and limp, looking just like Ren Feihong did now.

Seeing the vegetables inside, Ren Feihong picked up a radish older than herself and asked, "Can this thing still be eaten?"

"Boil it, slice it, and put it in a jar as pickles. It'll taste great in five days."

"These potatoes have sprouted."

"Just cut out the eyes and eat them. I have a Spiritual Root; I'm not that delicate."

"...All right."

Watching Jiang Li efficiently sort through the vegetables, Ren Feihong felt even more grateful that she had chosen to open the door back then.

In this decadent, fallen world, Jiang Li truly was a Little Angel.

Dinner was still simple, but Jiang Li somehow conjured up three dishes and a soup, and there was even meat in the soup.

After dinner, Ren Feihong began clearing the dishes when she heard Jiang Li cautiously say behind her, "Sister Ren, can we discuss something? Could I get six hundred yuan in advance?"

"Sure. What do you need it for?"

"I have to pay this month's school meal fees."

"No problem. I left the money on the table for you."

"And... if you dig up any secondhand learning artifacts you don't need, could you bring one back for me? There have been a lot of study assignments lately, and it's inconvenient without a learning artifact."

"Got it."

"And... my parents..."

"They're doing fine. I ran into them today, but they really didn't have time to come back. If there's anything you want to say, tell me, and I'll pass it on to them."

Jiang Li visibly relaxed, and the tension on her face eased.

Jiang Li gave Ren Feihong a tight