Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Garbage Star’s Loser (9)
"Why has she become so fierce?"
"Could it be that her Genetic Talent has improved?"
Cui Ming looked at Qiann Yan, who was still seriously picking up trash with her back to him, and although he was very unwilling, he still said, "I feel like I can’t afford to provoke her, she can easily take on ten of us at once. In the future, we should avoid her."
"Got it."
They weren’t foolish enough to clash head-on when they clearly couldn’t win.
Qiann Yan, with sharp ears, heard the conversation among Cui Ming and his companions.
Upon hearing them say they didn’t dare provoke her anymore, she felt a bit disappointed. Had she known, she would have hit harder, since they had marginalized the original owner many times.
Cui Ming and his companions suddenly felt a chill all over, rubbed their aching cheeks, and quickly ran away.
Cui Ming gently touched the corner of his lips, hissed from the pain, and hurriedly ran away with his tools.
That day, Qiann Yan was busy. Using her keen eye, she found many decent scraps, selling them to Lei Dalong for twenty Star Coins.
"Today’s harvest is pretty good," Lei Dalong was happy for Qiann Yan, "I’ve talked with your dad, and he’s willing to find a job, won’t be as despondent as before."
Qiann Yan thanked him and left.
Back home, Luoo Cheng promised her he’d go out and find a job the next day, to save money for her education.
Luoo Cheng kept apologizing to her, promising not to be despondent anymore, and that he’d take good care of her.
Qiann Yan stood by listening, with little expression on her face, making Luoo Cheng very uneasy.
He decided to change the subject: "Qiann Yan, it’s about time for dinner, let’s make some food first."
"Are you asking me to cook?" Qiann Yan glanced coldly at Luoo Cheng, thinking he still wanted her to cook, wasn’t he dreaming?
"Didn’t you say you’d take care of me?"
Luoo Cheng was at a loss, realizing Qiann Yan was serious and had no intention of cooking.
"Then I’ll do it," Luoo Cheng felt guilty, knowing his daughter had taken care of him for five whole years, he owed her too much, "Qiann Yan, did you buy groceries?"
Qiann Yan: "Are you asking me to buy groceries?"
Not thinking clearly!
Luoo Cheng felt a bit wronged, he looked at Qiann Yan expectantly: "Didn’t you gain something from selling scraps today?"
"You say you want to change, yet you still reach out to ask me for money." Qiann Yan gave him a look as if he was truly useless, which made Luoo Cheng a bit overwhelmed, then heard her say, "Do you want to trick me out of money for drinking?"
Luoo Cheng: "..." Really not.
"How many times have you tricked me before?"
Luoo Cheng sighed, he truly intended to go to work, save money for her schooling, it wasn’t deceit. Given his history of deceiving Qiann Yan many times, her distrust was justified.
"I’m sorry. I’ve turned over a new leaf, won’t let you down again."
After saying that, Luoo Cheng went out intending to borrow some from Lei Dalong.
Qiann Yan didn’t stop him, Luoo Cheng never defaulted on a debt, so his reputation was always good. He just kept letting down the original owner, his one and only adopted daughter, adept at appearing pitiful.
Disgusting.
Her money, she would never let Luoo Cheng spend a cent.
Luoo Cheng had deprived the original owner’s Genetic Talent, and she had supported him for five years, not to mention everything that happened afterward, the original owner owed Luoo Cheng nothing.
Rather, Luoo Cheng had been indebted to the original owner all along.
No rush, when she becomes stronger, she’ll ensure Luoo Cheng experiences the hardships endured by the original owner.
Luoo Cheng bought lots of ingredients, and started to busy himself in the kitchen.
Cooking in the interstellar world wasn’t hard, as long as the ingredients were bought, everything else was handled by automatic kitchen appliances.
These kitchen appliances in the kitchen were assembled by the original owner from the trash found at the Garbage Star, and any issues were fixed by the original owner.
The next day, Luoo Cheng found a job.
