She Couldn't Laugh

After hugging Ren Feihong and rubbing against her for a while, Jiang Li looked up, saw the nourishing noodles in Ren Feihong's hands, and asked in surprise, "Sister Ren, are those nourishing noodles?"

"They are. I didn't buy them—they were a prize from a lottery."

Jiang Li let out a long breath. "That's good."

But soon, she looked at Ren Feihong suspiciously and asked worriedly, "What kind of lottery gives out something this good now?"

"At the internet café... I found a job there. If I work eight full hours, I get one chance to draw."

It was difficult for Ren Feihong to tell Jiang Li the truth.

She didn't want the girl to know she was doing something dangerous, nor did she want her to worry every day.

A twelve-year-old girl should be going to school happily with her classmates, studying diligently, eating her fill and sleeping warmly every day. She could occasionally argue with her family, but they had to make up by nightfall.

After having Jiang Li heat up the nourishing noodles, Ren Feihong watched her set them in the center of the dinner table with eager anticipation. Her reverent expression made it seem as though she were witnessing a miracle.

The colorful noodles warmed even the black-and-white world, reflecting Jiang Li's blissful smile.

At that moment, the dreary world seemed to vanish. The cold and desolation outside were driven away by that bowl of noodles, making Ren Feihong want to remember this beauty forever.

Though she still couldn't taste anything, Ren Feihong felt that these might have been the best noodles she had ever eaten.

The next stretch of time was uneventful.

Ren Feihong rarely went to the dump anymore. Most of her time was spent exploring the mall, and she was able to eat her