Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 623 - 391: The Food is Poisoned!

Saturday morning, 5:30 a.m.

Hui Province’s summer, the sky is bright very early.

The sky starts to vaguely glimmer, looking like a wrung-out, damp pale blue canvas.

The sun had just awakened, not yet having had the chance to display its scorching form.

In Xue Yuantong’s bedroom, the electric fan was gently rotating, blowing a slight breeze, already at the lowest setting.

The room housed Jiang Ning’s Array, ensuring warmth in the winter and coolness in the summer, comfortably pleasant.

She was hugging her thin quilt, sleeping exceptionally sweet.

On usual weekends, if there were nothing special, Xue Yuantong would always sleep until after 9 a.m., and today, there just happened to be nothing special.

Last night before sleep, she went to bed happy, for when she would awaken, Jiang Ning would surely have prepared breakfast, and she could relish the meal after a night’s rest.

Everything was going according to her plan.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Aunt Gu’s figure appeared at the door, looking at her daughter on the bed, remembering how her daughter had sneakily eaten a popsicle last night.

She chuckled and called, "Tongtong, Tongtong."

Xue Yuantong clamped her legs together pulling the quilt, reluctantly turning over, ignoring everyone.

Aunt Gu called twice more, and Xue Yuantong was jolted awake from her sleep.

She opened her eyes, dazedly rubbed them, and looked at the clock beside the bed—only 5:30?

"Mom~" she drawled in an annoyed tone.

Aunt Gu said ’kindly,’ "Tongtong, it’s Saturday, you can sleep a bit more."

...

Xue Yuantong’s weekend was ruthlessly ruined by her own mother, leaving her angry for two whole days.

Not until Sunday evening, while going to school for the evening self-study, she, still fuming, said to Jiang Ning from the backseat:

"My mom’s too awful, next time she’s resting, I’m going to wake her up early too!"

Jiang Ning: "Are you sure you can wake up early?"

That single sentence sealed Xue Yuantong’s lips.

’He actually isn’t siding with me?’

After a while, she huffed, "Jiang Ning, haven’t I been nice to you? Who washes your clothes, who plants flowers on the windowsill, who cooks for you, who helps you exercise your computer skills?"

She went on and on.

Jiang Ning didn’t refute, simply listening quietly as she spoke. He was riding his mountain bike, enjoying the summer breeze, with wild grass and flowers flourishing by the roadside, their fresh scents wafting up.

Suddenly, he pedaled harder, and Xue Yuantong nearly fell off the back seat.

Today they arrived at school a bit early because in the evening, the cafeteria was providing a meal, and they needed to gather ahead of time.

Riding up to the intersection by the school gate, they ran into Dan Kaiquan, Guo Kunnan, Hu Jun, and others who were out strolling.

"Jiang Ning." The group greeted him as they met.

Then, Guo Kunnan watched the two go off in the distance and exclaimed, "They really have a good relationship."

He speculated, "Do you think they could be dating?"

Hu Jun shook his head, "Doesn’t seem like it, haven’t you seen other people dating? All lovey-dovey all the time, it’s kind of nauseating."

Dan Kaiquan agreed, "Yeah, doesn’t quite seem like it, seems more like they’re just really close."

After speaking, he looked down at his shoes—this weekend a distant relative had visited and bought him a pair of Nike shoes that looked stylish and trendy. Wearing them made him feel cooler.

Only the shoelaces were too easily loosened, having been tied seven or eight times already, leaving him feeling frazzled.

Guo Kunnan was still envious, "Jiang Ning’s spot in the cafeteria is so well assigned, my grandma’s legs, there’s only one boy at his whole table."

"Any man would be envious!"

He dreamed, if a table had seven girls, which one should he pursue, as each was precious to him and hard to let go of.

Hu Jun teased, "If it were Zhang Chi, he would be thrilled, a whole table of food he couldn’t finish."

After a year’s acquaintance, he had thoroughly seen through Zhang Chi, who spoke without giving face to others.

The group walked and chatted, Guo Kunnan suddenly asked, "Hey, guys, what did we come out for?"

In the past at this time, he and his buddies would be out hunting for a meal, looking for restaurants to eat in, but now they were participating in the cafeteria meal plan and didn’t need to fuss about finding food.

Hu Jun dug into his pockets, glancing towards the barbershop run by the young woman by the roadside, "Guys, I’m outta here."

Leaving just two behind.

With the weather being hot, it was the peak season for watermelons. A tricycle stopped at the intersection, a loudspeaker blaring:

"8424 large watermelons on sale, 70 cents a pound, truly sweet, truly sweet."

Thinking of heading to the cafeteria for dinner, considering the fellow meal plan members, Guo Kunnan had a sudden idea: "Brother Quan, wait for me to buy a melon."

"Okay, split it with me later, I’ll give you the money."

Guo Kunnan: "Nope, I have a use for this melon."

...

Dinner time.

Jiang Ning carrying his meal tray, arrived at the cafeteria. The food was still good today: stir-fried green beans, tomato with sugar, and a more upscale dish—Beijing sauce meat.

The main courses were cabbage and noodle dumpling soup, millet congee, and fried dough.

Chen Siyu looked at the vibrant green beans, "Can’t believe they have this dish."

Tang Fu saw her expression, "Ah, is there a problem?"

Her sister Chen Siqing: "Green beans can be dangerous, I heard they can poison you if not cooked thoroughly!"

Tang Fu, shocked, "Then better not eat them."

"Tang Fu, are you eating the fried dough?" Yang Sheng asked for everyone’s opinions.

"Eating."

After Yang Sheng got confirmation, he ran to get the fried dough.

Jiang Ning planned to eat something light, so he opted for the millet congee.

Xue Yuantong, meanwhile, went with Chen Siyu and the others to get noodle dumplings.

As it was Sunday, he couldn’t enjoy the convenience of Teacher Guo Ran helping to serve food.

While serving, a few students overfilled their trays, carrying two bowls each, and accidentally spilled all over the ground on their way back.

Noodle dumplings scattered on the floor, making it slippery. Other students passing by chose to avoid it, to prevent slipping.