A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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A young man in his twenties, he starts crying.

　　Some neighbors couldn't help laughing secretly.

　　"Wipe your tears?"

　　The young man raised his head and Chu Yuening handed him the paper with a smile. He took it and his stomach growled again.

　　"Not full?" Chu Yuening stood up, opened the sugar water box and filled a bowl of winter limited edition black glutinous rice, osmanthus and lotus root porridge, then turned around and put the bowl on the table.

　　"Eat it."

　　The young man's face turned red with embarrassment. He looked at the bowl of shiny, steaming glutinous rice porridge on the table and swallowed his saliva.

　　He searched his entire body and found the sum was exactly two hundred and ten dollars, just enough for fortune-telling.

　　If he wasn't at the end of his rope, he wouldn't want to risk everything on fortune telling. He planned to use the remaining ten dollars to buy a few packs of instant noodles to get through until payday.

　　There is no money for breakfast.

　　Chu Yuening had already seen through his embarrassment and smiled: "I'll treat you to breakfast as a friend."

　　"Really...really?" The young man seemed to have not felt the kindness of a stranger for a long time, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

　　He frantically wiped his tears with his left and right hands, picked up the bowl and spoon, "Thank you...thank you."

　　Chu Yuening wore a white chiffon shirt with ruffled edges today. The flared sleeves had a few strands of fluff falling off. When she was making tea, she looked quite like an immortal.

　　After the young man finished eating, the problem of breakfast was solved.

　　She put down the teacup.

　　The young man wiped his mouth with a tissue he brought with him, and said shyly with a red face: "Hello, Master. My friends all say that you are good at fortune-telling, so I came to visit you today."

　　Chu Yuening smiled: "Hello."

　　The young man's face seemed to get even redder, and he lowered his head unconsciously: "My name is Qian Xiuyuan, and my nickname is Laifu. My family said that since my last name is Qian, I'm not short of money, and if I can add a little more happiness, my life will be perfect."

　　Chu Yuening nodded in agreement: "Being rich brings happiness, and the nickname really suits you."

　　"It's a good match?" The young man's handsome face was sad again. His eyes quickly watered and he sniffed his nose. "What's the match?"

　　"Being rich and blessed is my father's wish. But... my life since I entered society can only be described in one word. That is miserable. In two words, it is tragic."

　　"Have you ever experienced the days when you only had rice porridge and pickles for three meals a day? You rarely see minced meat for a month."

　　"Have you ever experienced sleeping on an overpass with cars constantly passing by and wild cats coming to steal your food from time to time?"

　　“I’m experiencing all of this.”

　　Many housewives in the neighborhood felt sympathy when they heard that the young man was living such a miserable life.

　　"Oh my god, whose child is this?"

　　"Three meals a day are just plain porridge, how can it be nutritious?"