Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Wanting to Take Advantage

Xia Chuyi pursed her lips and quickly went forward to lift Chi Yue’s sleeve to take a look.

Uh… Uncle Quan had only intended to scare her, tearing Chi Yue’s clothes messily, but Chi Yue’s arm wasn’t bleeding, just bruised at most.

Relieved, Xia Chuyi said, “Let’s take her to the infirmary.”

Once at the infirmary, the school doctor asked what had happened, and someone mentioned the dog bite incident.

The school doctor immediately laughed and said, “What kind of dog has such precise biting skills? The sleeves are torn to shreds, yet there’s no blood on the arm wound?”

Everyone looked at Uncle Quan in Xia Chuyi’s arms.

Uncle Quan wagged his tail: That’s right, it was I, Uncle Quan.

If subtitles were provided for Uncle Quan, they would probably read: “Tsundere.”

Assured that Chi Yue was fine, Room 202’s group hurriedly helped her back to the dorm.

“So now, about our meal payment?” Qian Qianqian, who had followed along, asked Xia Chuyi.

Despite the twists and turns, she still remembered the issue of the money.

Xia Chuyi shook her head and said, “Consider this meal my treat.”

The friends from Room 201 hurriedly said, “Why treat? We can pay for ourselves, we can afford a meal.”

“Blood is thicker than water, but clear accounts make for good friends, and we girlfriends should keep clear accounts too!”

Xia Chuyi smiled and said, “Really, it’s just as you said, it’s just a meal, I can afford to treat you.”

Immediately, a back-and-forth pushing of responsibility commenced.

Suddenly, someone behind them said, “Chuyi, ‘Youwei’ is really owned by you, huh?”

It was Zhan Yi, and no one knew why she hadn’t left with her dorm mates but was instead behind Xia Chuyi and the others.

“Zhan Yi, what’s up?” Xia Chuyi asked her.

Zhan Yi approached with a smile on her face and said, “Nothing much, just that I think it’s amazing that you’ve opened a restaurant.”

“And, your braised pork rice is especially delicious…”

Zhan Yi trailed off, seeming hesitant to continue.

Xia Chuyi glanced at her and said, “What exactly do you want? Just say it.”

Upon hearing this, Zhan Yi smiled even more sycophantically and said, “Well, Xia Chuyi, I see that the pickles in your family’s store come as a freebie with the meals, so they must not be expensive, right? I think they’re quite nice, really appetizing. How about you give me a couple of bottles for free?”

The friends from Room 201: …

Xia Chuyi was both amused and exasperated.

This Zhan Yi should really be called “Zhan Freeload Yi.”

But Xia Chuyi replied calmly, “Sorry, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Our family’s pickles, although complimentary, have set limitations, with a rule stating one portion of food comes with one portion of pickles.”

Zhan Yi apparently hadn’t expected to be rejected and pouted, saying, “We’re all classmates, why are you being so stingy?”

Qian Qianqian, standing nearby and hearing this, became angry and immediately retorted, “Our pickles are indeed complimentary, but they are made with our hard work, seasoning, drying, and pickling.”

“Every portion embodies our hard work, why should you simply take it because you ask?”

“Right, our pickles are complimentary, but anyone with a brain knows that ‘Youwei’ only provides pickles because you’ve ordered a meal.”

“Could you get pickles without ordering a meal?”

“If you want pickles, go eat a meal!”

“When people eat breakfast at a state-run restaurant, they can still add salt as much as they like, why don’t you go ask for a couple of packets of salt to take home and try?”

The comrade Qian Qianqian directly caused Zhan Yi’s face to flush and pale, alternating between red and white.

“Fine, forget it, why be so rude?” Zhan Yi stamped her foot and ran off.