Gu Yingying genuinely doesnât dare provoke Jiang Peiqin, because she knows Jiang Peiqinâs family background isnât simple.
After the Shu Family left, a classmate noticed their fishing rods moving and quickly hauled them up; they actually caught a fish.
Then, one by one, others also caught a few fish, and there was a wave of cheers.
Originally, Jiang Peiqin suggested grilling fish for lunch, but Xinyan stopped her, thinking itâs better to wait; grilling two fish wouldnât be enough to share anyway, letâs grill later.
During this time, Xinyan and Jiang Peiqin each caught a few more fish, making the other classmates envious.
Seeing that almost everyone could get half a fish, they called for everyone to gather firewood and prepare to grill the fish.
Uncle Zhang had the most experience with grilling fish. Others followed suit, borrowed their tools and spices, prepared the fish, and started grilling.
Surprisingly, although they didnât have Uncle Zhangâs grilling skills, maybe due to the hard work of catching the fish or good moods, the grilled fish tasted pretty good.
Even though people only got half a fish each, they enjoyed eating happily.
Of course, except for Gu Yingying, who said she feared it was unhygienic and didnât accept her share of the grilled fish.
They enjoyed the scenery, took photos, ate grilled fish, and seeing it was getting late, they started tidying up the place, ready to head back.
Xinyan handed the three rolls of film she took earlier to Gu Yingying in front of everyone: "Gu Yingying, here are todayâs three rolls of film. Remember to develop the photos."
Gu Yingying looked at the three rolls of film: "How can there be so many?"
Xinyan shrugged: "Everybody took photos today; actually, if you count, there arenât many per person."
The photos that she and Jiang Peiqin took before werenât included in these rolls; she didnât want Gu Yingying to take advantage. One roll of film has thirty-six shots, and many people came today, most were group photos.
But with this, everyone should at least get a photo; letâs hope Gu Yingying will not regret it later.
Succeeded in seeing Gu Yingyingâs face change, Xinyan was quite happy. But before Gu Yingying could recover, Xinyan directly added: "For the cost of these three rolls of film, when would it be convenient for you to pay me?"
Gu Yingying cares about appearances; though very angry, she gritted her teeth and took out money from her pocket to hand to Xinyan.
Xinyan took the money, indifferently said: "Most of the three rolls of film are group photos with classmates; each person should get a photo, or else there wonât be enough to share."
Those who love being smart worried Gu Yingying would only develop one photo, missing out, so they chimed in: "Gu surely knows; she wouldnât mind those few bucks."
After speaking, they smiled towards Gu Yingying: "Right, Gu?"
No matter how angry Gu Yingying was, she couldnât contradict herself publicly, so she replied: "Donât worry, everyone will definitely get a photo."
Upon hearing this, Xinyan laughed outright. Developing one photo now costs at least seventy cents, and most of those rolls were group photos of three or four people, meaning each roll needs to have four photos developed. A roll has thirty-six shots, and thatâs three rolls of film. Haha, letâs see if Gu Yingying dares to show off now.
As for how many photos can actually be developed, thatâs not her problem; after all, the roll of film she and Jiang Peiqin used wasnât given to her.
Gu Yingying clearly realized this now, her face dark as ink.
Jiang Peiqin poked Xinyan with her elbow: "Youâre really ruthless; Gu Yingying might just be infuriated."
Xinyan curled her lips: "She brought this on herself, who can she blame?"
Jiang Peiqin agreed: "Gu Yingyingâs probably regretting it so much now."
Gu Yingying got into the car with a sullen face, not waiting for the rest of the classmates to get in, just got into the sedan: "Drive."
The driver glanced back: "Theyâre not all in the car yet."
Gu Yingying directly shouted: "I said drive, canât you understand human language?"
The driver was stunned by the yelling. Heâs been driving for a long time, and even factory leaders never talked to him like this before, his face immediately darkened.
He stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward, Gu Yingying didnât sit steadily and got a fright: "How are you driving?"
The driver didnât reply, but he understood he shouldnât stoop to her level. Soon the car was driving steadily again.
Gu Yingying kept urging him: "Go faster."