After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum

Chapter 147 Drugged
The middle-aged woman glared at the other woman, then took a glance at Mengyu, her eyes rotating, as if plotting something.
Mengyu hadn’t paid attention previously, but upon being mentioned by the young woman holding a child, she finally took a closer look at that boy.
Although the boy immediately bowed his head and placed his face on his knees, Mengyu saw clearly that he was not a child. Clearly, he was a grown person over sixteen years old.
He was just a dwarf!
Mengyu subconsciously felt something was off!
She took another careful look at that middle-aged woman, and realized that she was not actually in her thirties. She should be only about twenty-six or twenty-seven, deliberately dressing older to look like a middle-aged woman in her thirties.
Mengyu immediately felt that this pair was not a mother and son at all!
If not mother and son, yet pretending to be so, and trying to occupy the window seat, a string in Mengyu’s mind tensed up. There was something wrong with this man and woman.
“You’re not a child at all!”
Mengyu stood up: “Whether you buy a ticket or not is not my business, but I cannot tolerate sitting tightly squeezed next to an adult man on a chair.
Either you leave this spot immediately, don’t squeeze next to me, or you go buy a ticket yourselves, or I will report you!”
The man squeezed in the middle, having been found out, stood up and walked away.
The woman glared fiercely at Mengyu, shuffled her hips, and settled her entire body in the seat.
She huffed twice, then muttered under her breath: “If you won’t let me then fine, so stingy and yet so talkative.”
Mengyu was speechless, she’s stingy for not letting, and talkative for arguing her reason?
She simply turned her head to watch the scenery outside the window.
However, when she boarded the train it was already six o’clock in the evening, and in less than an hour, it would be dark.
She took out her own dinner to eat—this time she learned her lesson and made some food to bring on the train.
Anyway, she has a storage room in her space, which can keep things fresh and warm.
She took out three pancakes and a lunch box with eight-treasure porridge to eat—with—she’s currently in cultivation, so she has a larger appetite. The three pancakes alone wouldn’t be enough for her, but together with a box of porridge, it was just right.
Because the pancakes had meat in them, the fragrance of the meat immediately wafted out.
The young woman across from her smelled the aroma and looked at Mengyu, seeing that there were still two pancakes at her side, she couldn’t help asking: “How much is one of these pancakes?”
Mengyu: “Made by myself.”
The man tugged at her clothes again, and she asked impatiently: “What now?”
The man took out a steamed bun: “Have a steamed bun.”
The woman looked at it with disdain: “I don’t want it.”
Seeing that she wasn’t eating it, the man started to eat it himself.
She turned to Mengyu: “Can you sell a pancake for my son to eat?”
She said it was for her son, but in fact, she was the one who wanted to eat it.
Mengyu glanced at her: “One yuan each.”
“What, that expensive?” the woman exclaimed: “One yuan can buy twenty steamed buns.”
Mengyu chuckled: “If you think it’s too expensive, you don’t have to buy it. I’m not a food vendor. These pancakes have half flour and half minced meat, with eggs added, fried with peanut oil and sprinkled with green onion. Just the cost of the ingredients for one pancake is at least 80-90 cents.”
“Besides, on the train you actually dare to eat other people’s food? Aren’t you afraid there might be something bad in my pancakes?”
The child-holding woman’s eyes widened as she looked at Mengyu, seemingly unable to imagine that Mengyu would say such a thing: “Are there really that many bad people out there? Besides, miss, you don’t look like a bad person at all.”