The two continued this routine—one pouring, one drinking—and the kettle was soon empty.
The man’s lips were no longer as dry and cracked as before. He seemed to look even a bit more handsome.
Tsk.
“I’ve run out of water. If you want more, I’ll have to charge you,” Qian Chuanchuan said with a smile, holding up the empty kettle.
Actually, she was joking. She saw that the man had probably had enough; he hadn’t chugged the last cup like he did the previous ones.
To her surprise, the man actually produced another crystal core. This one was sky-blue. It looked even better than the one from before.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard the system: [Host! This is a level-five zombie crystal core!]
Level five?
It seemed this man was indeed not simple, to casually take out a level-five zombie crystal core.
“For me?” Qian Chuanchuan’s eyes were fixed on the crystal core. It took a long moment before she reluctantly pulled her gaze away and looked at the man’s face.
“Yes.” Ling Zhanlou nodded slightly. Perhaps because he had drunk enough water, his originally hoarse and dry voice now sounded somewhat warm and mellow, quite pleasant to the ear. “The shop owner only said one cup was complimentary, but I drank your entire kettle. It is only right that I pay.”
Look at that! Just look!
Whose handsome and polite God of Wealth is this?!
Where on earth did she get the idea earlier that he was murderous and sharp-eyed? This is clearly a refined, elegant, grateful, and world-shatteringly handsome treasure!
“Then I won’t be polite!” She snatched the crystal core as if afraid he would regret it, her face blossoming into a wide smile. “Do you want more water? Should I go boil another kettle for you?”
Ling Zhanlou shook his head slightly. “That won’t be necessary.” He paused, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s just that I need to clean my wounds right now…”
Qian Chuanchuan instinctively replied, “But I don’t have any medicine.”
The man was clearly stunned for a moment, then he couldn’t help but chuckle. “The owner misunderstood. I just wanted some fresh water to clean the wounds. I wonder if that would be convenient?”
“Convenient! Of course it’s convenient!” Qian Chuanchuan was momentarily dazed by the man’s sudden smile. She nodded repeatedly and turned to run back into the shop. “Wait here, I’ll go get the water right now!”
Watching the girl’s receding figure, Ling Zhanlou leaned against the windowsill and lowered his eyes thoughtfully. Stabbing pains came from his injured right leg, forcing him to maintain this somewhat disheveled posture.
Thinking of the girl’s sparkling eyes just now… she was certainly a greedy one.
…And a bit boy-crazy too.
However, he could tell that her gaze was very clean, without a hint of obsession. She was different from others.
Then, his gaze swept over the price list he had knocked to the ground earlier. Besides the prices for the buns, there was a line of text: This shop accepts zombie crystal cores and gold as currency.
These two things…
Crystal cores were good items that ability users could absorb, but this owner didn’t seem to be an ability user. If someone were an ability user, there would be fluctuations of special power, but he hadn’t felt any from her just now.
And crystal cores held no value for ordinary people. Gold was even more so; while it was a hard currency before the apocalypse, it was worthless now, unable to buy even a mouthful of food.
Yet she was trading food for these things, and at such low prices… Ling Zhanlou felt that no matter how he looked at it, it didn’t make sense.
But he didn’t dwell on it too much; everyone has their own secrets. As long as it didn’t harm him, there was no need to pry.
He just needed to pay.
At that moment, Qian Chuanchuan returned carrying a basin of water. She had just bought the basin from the System Mall for 10 points, and she also bought a towel for 15 points.
The God of Wealth had given her a level-five crystal core—a thousand points! She felt she couldn’t be too stingy.
So, she also bought a folding chair and a thin blanket, spending a total of 169 points.
Judging by the God of Wealth’s appearance, she figured he wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon. The bun shop was only so big; she definitely couldn’t let him inside. But letting him sit on the ground outside made her meager conscience feel a bit uneasy.
Besides, the man definitely wouldn’t take the chair and blanket when he left; they would be hers in the end.
As for why she didn’t buy him medicine? Don’t ask—the answer is that it’s too expensive! In the System Mall, daily necessities were the cheapest!
Qian Chuanchuan couldn’t bring all these things out at once, so she brought the basin and towel first. She placed the basin in front of the man and draped the towel over the edge. Without a word, she turned back into the house to move the other items.
The “thank you” that was about to leave Ling Zhanlou’s mouth was swallowed back down.
Soon, Qian Chuanchuan returned with the folding chair and blanket.
Ling Zhanlou showed a rare look of surprise. “This is…?”
“For you!” Qian Chuanchuan unfolded the chair and placed the thin blanket on it. “I see you can’t move for the time being. My shop is small and it’s not convenient to invite you in, but I can’t let you keep sitting on the ground like this, so I brought you a chair.”
She was too embarrassed to say that just watching the God of Wealth sit on the ground made that level-five crystal core feel like it was burning her hand.
The man looked at the folding chair and the blanket on top of it. After a moment of silence, he said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you want me to help you sit up?”
The man fell silent again.
Qian Chuanchuan thought for a moment. Suddenly, she remembered the male leads in the novels she used to read; they all disliked being touched. Looking at the God of Wealth’s appearance, he definitely seemed like the type who disliked physical contact.
As for why he was silent, he was probably too embarrassed to refuse her?
Just as she was about to find an excuse to let him off the hook, the God of Wealth spoke. “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”
Huh?
Qian Chuanchuan looked at the man with surprise. The man happened to be looking at her as well, and for a moment, their eyes met.
On the surface, her expression didn’t change at all.
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Internal screaming.gif: Aaaah!!! Are those the kind of soulful eyes that look at a dog with deep affection?! They really make it easy for someone to lose themselves!!
Unfortunately for him, he met her. She only loses herself to money!
It had to be said, Qian Chuanchuan had actually hit the nail on the head!
Ling Zhanlou indeed disliked being touched, whether by the same or the opposite sex. Clearly, if he just waited a bit longer, he could use his abilities to heal himself seventy to eighty percent. But the refusal at the tip of his tongue turned into: “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”