Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 483

After Xinyan entered the school gate, she felt it was still necessary to inform Han Jingchen about this matter.

So she said to Jiang Peiqin, "You go back to the dorm first, I’ll call home."

Jiang Peiqin didn’t think much of it and nodded, "Okay, then stay safe."

Xinyan waved to Jiang Peiqin, "Don’t worry."

She dialed the phone number at home: "Hello, Dad."

After the National Day holiday, Han Jingchen was going to work at the railway bureau. Maybe it was a father-daughter connection, he was already planning to call Xinyan. The two had agreed earlier to go back and pick up Granny Zhang during the National Day holiday, and he was just thinking of asking her what time to book the ticket: "Yanyan, Dad was just about to call you."

Upon hearing this, Xinyan immediately understood his meaning: "Dad, did you book the ticket?"

Han Jingchen replied, "Not yet, I wanted to ask you what your preference is, which one you want to take?"

Xinyan had already planned: "Dad, just book the morning one."

Han Jingchen agreed, then asked, "Yanyan, are you calling back because something’s happened?"

Xinyan didn’t hide it and directly explained the situation.

Han Jingchen anxiously asked first, "Are you hurt?"

Xinyan responded, "No, you know my skills."

Hearing that his daughter was okay but had been schemed against, he directly turned grim: "Don’t worry about this matter, Dad will handle it."

Xinyan said, "Dad, my classmate Jiang Peiqin also called her family."

She didn’t explain it clearly, but Han Jingchen naturally understood his daughter’s meaning: "Dad knows, leave it to Dad, you take care of yourself. When the event ends, Dad will come to pick you up, and you can stay home tonight."

Xinyan agreed, and after chatting for a few more sentences, they hung up the phone.

However, during those idle chat moments, Xinyan had a purpose.

When she returned to the dorm, Jiang Peiqin looked at her, "At this hour, there might not be any food left in the cafeteria. I have some pastries, you can have a bite."

Xinyan waved her hand, "No need, I have food."

Then she opened the cabinet, took out some oat flour Sister Chen had made on her last trip home, made herself a bowl, and looked at Jiang Peiqin, "Would you like to have a bowl?"

This salty and fragrant aroma spread, tempting not only Jiang Peiqin, who hadn’t had dinner, but also the other dormmates.

Jiang Peiqin, drawn by the scent, shed her previous cool demeanor, "Thanks a lot."

But when she brought over a lunchbox, she also handed Xinyan two chocolates, "These are for you to eat."

Xinyan saw the chocolates in her hand and teased, "Looks like I’ve made a profit now."

At this moment, Bai Aiwen envied them, "You guys are making my grabby cravings act up."

Xinyan glanced at the oat flour in her hands and saw everyone’s eager eyes, "Why don’t you all try a bowl?"

Ever since Li Yutong moved to 307.0, everyone in the dormitory had been getting along quite well. Though a bit shy, the fragrance was just too alluring.

Except for Qiao Shanmei who wasn’t in the dorm, and Jiang Peiqin who was already making oat flour, Bai Aiwen was the first to bring her lunchbox over, "I won’t refuse then."

Saying this, she extended her lunchbox and also placed down some dried apricots, "Keep these dried apricots for yourself."

In her village, they not only farm but also have a fruit orchard as a sideline. Every year, the bruised fruits and those with small sizes are processed and dried into various fruit snacks, which are then distributed among homes.

They don’t eat them all at once, but keep some stored for when guests come over, grabbing a handful to serve. These dried apricots were newly sun-dried this year, and her family specifically packed them for her when she left.

Xinyan couldn’t refuse, because in times like these, no one easily gives away things for free. Even though she has space, she doesn’t want to make trouble for herself.

With Bai Aiwen’s gesture, everyone brought some items over to exchange; even Zhang Zhaodi brought the last bit of pickled vegetables over, "Xinyan, I only have pickles left, don’t mind it."

She couldn’t resist the allure of the oat flour’s scent, but she had only brought a few jars of pickles, feeling a bit embarrassed.