The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 117: 20,000 Yuan per Mouthful

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He Jing wanted to ensure it was a surprise, so she did not bring the basketball to First High School. Instead, she gave it to Yan Hanxi for safekeeping.

Yan Hanxi held a spinning basketball on the tip of his index finger and said with a meaningful smile, “If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll look for your

Second Brother to exchange pointers.”

“It’s probably for the best that you don’t,” He Jing responded immediately.

“Why?”

“Second Brother is very good at basketball. You can’t beat him.”

That was what the original novel had written.

Yan Hanxi snorted. “Are you looking down on me, Miss Merit Student?”

In all his 198 basketball games, not once had he lost.

He Jing was too lazy to engage with Yan Hanxi’s antics. She waved goodbye and went to First High School to pick up He Ning and He Sui. On the way there, she stopped by the supermarket to buy a few pounds of meat.

After showing off her culinary skills to the He family, supper had become the meal everyone looked forward to the most. He Jing did not want to disappoint them and thought of making pork jerky later that night.

Dried pork jerky was easy to store. If she made more, her siblings could even bring it to school to snack on.

Unsurprisingly, her dried pork jerky was a huge hit, beloved by everyone except He Zhou. Snacks were comfort foods that humans enjoyed, regardless of their shape or form.

When she arrived at school the next day, He Jing found something strange about her schoolmates. Everyone seemed to be behaving sneakily.

That strange feeling intensified, becoming almost awkward when she entered her class. Wu Yu leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Cheng Yi bribed the whole class.”

He Jing cocked a brow, looking confused. “A bribe? What did she bribe you with?”

“She brought a lot of food and gave everyone a share. Almost no one refused the gesture save for Sister Qiuyu and me,” Wu Yu explained.

He Jing mulled over things, deciding that it was a reasonable decision by her classmates. After all, the Cheng family’s status was still intact. It was not wise to antagonize or show Cheng Yi disrespect, especially when she had come with good intentions.

He Jing laughed. “Why not? It’s free food! Just take it.”

“I’m afraid she’ll poison me,” Wu Yu answered sincerely.

He Jing was speechless.

A clear, melodious voice interrupted them, saying, “He Jing, I brought some food today. Do you want to try some?”

Turning around, Cheng Yi stood beside them with a paper box half the size of a palm.

The cardboard box in her hand had a vintage feel to it. Inside was a small and exquisite snack. The golden surface looked very crispy.

When He Jing saw the snack, she recognized it and smiled calmly. “Are you sure you want to treat me? One mouthful is 20,000 yuan.”

Cheng Yi did not expect He Jing to be so knowledgeable, but her surprise was only momentary, shifting behind a pleasant mask soon after. “Of course. You’re my classmate; there’s no reason for me to exclude you.”

He Jing said a quick “thank you” and accepted the treat graciously.

Wu Yu truly felt that Cheng Yi would poison her and politely declined. Even if his snack was not poisoned, what about…? He suddenly grabbed He Jing by the arm and said, “Sister Jing, are you sure it’s safe to eat?”

“Student Cheng Yi is being so generous. Why wouldn’t I sample what she’s offering me? If you miss this opportunity, you might not be able to try something like this again.”

He Jing wasted no time and popped the snack into her mouth. She savored the taste and said, “It’s delicious. Thank you, Student Cheng Yi.”

Cheng Yi was dumbfounded. She thought He Jing would refuse to eat the snack. Not only had she eaten it, but she also thanked her for the treat. Cheng Yi wanted nothing more than to slap He Jing’s sincere smile off her face with the remains of her empty paper box.

Who was she kidding? Cheng Yi had hoped to get a rise out of He Jing, not for her to eat the luxurious snack…!

Cheng Yi wanted to let He Jing know that the French jelly she had bought was not on the same level as the dessert she had chosen.. Only her food could please

Yan Hanxi!