The damn girl switched schools to the town high school near North City, so she no longer eats at home, which makes her schemes run into obstacles she hadn't foreseen.
But… a cold gleam flashed in Feng Lu's eyes, and her mood improved considerably.
The reason?
Every weekend, she makes some pastries by hand and has Han Bin deliver them to Han Qian at school. She doesn't add much to them, but bit by bit, over time, even if the damn girl refuses to eat her stuff once or twice, Feng Lu doesn't believe she can hold out forever.
The living standards in the little town are better than those in real farming villages, but nowhere near what North City has. After a long time without good food, when her stomach's truly empty, those pastries Feng Lu makes are bound to tempt the damn girl until she's drooling, and she'll end up gobbling up a piece or two.
Take it slow, no rush!
Feng Lu regulated her breathing, squatting down to gather the makeup scattered on the floor by her own hand.
