Xue Yuan knew that Song Ziyi always had a plan for everything he did. He must have something important to do when he said that. He did not ask any more questions. He waved goodbye to Song Ziyi as usual and went home.

Song Ziyi discovered that after he and Xue Yuan separated, another person followed them. It seemed that those people were really cautious. They would strictly monitor anyone who had close contact with Xue Yuan.

Yichen pretended to know nothing and walked back to Saman Street at a leisurely pace. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she put down her schoolbag and helped Ma Bomin.

Today is Friday, and there are indeed more people in the restaurant than usual, but Ma Bomin is used to it. With two young children in the kitchen, he can easily handle it even without Ziyi's help.

But with Ziyi's help, he did feel a lot more relaxed.

As night fell, more and more customers came to the restaurant. Song Ziyi went to the kitchen to help. He knew how to cook, and the restaurant had also figured out the tastes of the people here over the past few days, so he had no problem taking charge of the cooking.

While taking advantage of the free time to go out and serve the dishes, Ziyi found that the person who followed him had left. He immediately took off his apron, said hello to Ma Bomin, and left through the small door in the back kitchen.

He changed his clothes. It was drizzling outside. His whole face was hidden under the black hood, leaving only his eyes exposed to see the road.

He found a telephone booth, took out the contact number his uncle gave him, and called two of them.

The two phone calls lasted for thirty minutes, and then I returned to the restaurant, changed my clothes, and continued to help in the kitchen, occasionally going to the front of the house.

At noon the next day, two small stalls appeared outside Steno Middle School, selling special pasta and toothpick meat.

The recipe and method of toothpick meat were provided by Ziyi. This thing is particularly fragrant and almost no one can resist such a delicacy.

The special pasta is different from the pasta sold at other stalls. The flavors are varied, and the noodles are cooked softer and more flavorful.

The two stalls quickly became the most popular stalls in Steno Middle School. No matter how much they prepared, it was never enough to sell. As soon as school was over, they were surrounded and sold out.

Ziyi and Xue Yuan also went to buy it, but they could only buy a limited amount of toothpick meat. Xue Yuan ate so much that he was choking and felt that he usually ate pig food.

The stalls usually come half an hour before school is over, so it takes some time to prepare.

This half hour is also the best time for school faculty and staff to avoid the crowds and buy their favorite snacks.

The "bodyguards" are no exception. They usually buy what they want to eat during this period of time. Toothpick meat and special pasta are definitely their first choice.

On the third day, another small stall appeared, selling braised skewers and grilled sausages. As soon as the fire was turned on, the aroma wafted directly into the school, making the students' appetites stir and they had no focus on class.

When school was over at noon, Ziyi inadvertently glanced at the "bodyguards" outside the window and saw that each of them was eating a skewer. He smiled in his heart. The layout on his side was basically completed, but he didn't know whether it was going smoothly on his sister's side.

Song Yun sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Tu Sen turned his head to look at her and asked softly, "Are you cold? I have clothes here."

Song Yun continued to look at the map in her hand and ignored Tu Sen's hint.

Tu Sen smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ever since Song Yun heard from that loudmouth Zhou Bing a few days ago that it was he who went to find Ziyi, Song Yun has been ignoring him. She only said "gong xi" and didn't say anything else to him, not even giving him a glance.