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Chapter 152 Making money is never hard work.

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The man narrowly missed her, and the gust of wind he stirred up made her squint.

The sidecar motorcycle that almost hit her continued to rush forward recklessly. The slender figure on the motorcycle was clearly not very skilled, and it looked like... Gu Yingying!

Ye Yun frowned as she watched the retreating cavalryman, clutching her chest in shock.

Are you alright?

A gentle, panting voice came from behind her, and Ye Yun quickly turned around.

The tall, thin man with glasses stared at her with a worried expression, probably still shaken by what had just happened; a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead.

This person is...

Ye Yun suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the older brother of the pair of brothers who bought her mung bean cakes before.

This was actually her first client!

"Oh, it's you. Are you here to buy mung bean cakes again?" Ye Yun greeted him immediately. She paid special attention to her first customer and quickly lifted the cloth to introduce the cakes to him: "I've also released a new product here, thin flour dumplings. You can buy some to take home for the elderly and children in your family."

The man was stunned for a moment.

He seemed surprised that Ye Yun still had the mind to do business, and looked her up and down in astonishment, saying, "You weren't scared after what was so dangerous just now?"

Ye Yun smiled. "What are you afraid of?"

Tan Zongguang was genuinely surprised by this response. He paused for a couple of seconds, then couldn't help but chuckle. Composing himself, he glanced at the thin steamed buns in her wooden box, pointed at them, and asked, "So... this time... can I still try them?"

"Yes, you can!"

As Ye Yun spoke, she picked up a cloth from the side, wrapped it around her hand, reached into the wooden box, took out half a thin steamed bun, and generously handed it over.

"Try it."

"Okay." Tan Zongguang naturally took the thin steamed bun from her hand, and noticed that she was taking the steamed bun through a layer of cloth. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're quite meticulous."

Ye Yun smiled and said, "There's no other way; every little bit of hygiene counts."

"Good."

As he spoke, the half-eaten thin noodle bun had already gone into his mouth.

"Hmm...not bad." Tan Zongguang's eyes showed appreciation. He pushed up his glasses and looked at Ye Yun with gentle, refined eyes. "This is the first time I've ever seen such delicate noodles. By the way, my name is Tan Zongguang. What's yours?"

Ye Yun was slightly taken aback.

Although she was puzzled, she still smiled and said, "You can call me Ye Yun."

"Ye Yun?" Upon hearing her name, Tan Zongguang gazed at her with gentle eyes and smiled, "Ye Zi, Yun, it's a very poetic name. The person who named you must have been very kind."

Ye Yun gave an awkward twitch of her lips.

She is not that cloud...

But she didn't want to delve too deeply into the matter with a customer she wasn't very familiar with, and said with a smile, "Boss Tan, how about some thin noodle buns?"

"It tastes good. Give me two so I can take them home for my elderly relatives," Tan Zongguang replied immediately.

When he spoke to Ye Yun, he always gazed at her eyes earnestly and gently.

Ye Yun quickly gave Tian Xiaohui a wink.

Tian Xiaohui seemed to dislike Tan Zongguang. She gave him a displeased look, then with surprising strength, she tore off a piece of paper, wrapped two thin dough dumplings in it, tied them with a thin hemp rope, and handed them to Tan Zongguang with one hand.

Tan Zongguang frowned slightly. "Did I do something to upset you?"

"Hehe, how could that be!"

Tian Xiaohui remembered Ye Yun's teaching to smile at guests, and forced a reluctant smile at Tan Zongguang.

Tan Zongguang sensed Tian Xiaohui's malice, smiled, and said nothing.

He gave Ye Yun money.

Ye Yun reached out and took it.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Tan Zongguang didn't leave. Instead, he said to Ye Yun, "Here's the thing, I still need to buy a batch of mung bean cakes from you."

A batch?

Ye Yun looked at him in surprise. Had he said something wrong?

"Well, I'm here on behalf of our school to make this purchase. I'm a teacher at a nearby elementary school. Last time I bought some mung bean cakes, my family said they were great. My father is the vice principal of the elementary school, and since Children's Day is coming up soon, he wants to give each child in the school a serving of these mung bean cakes as a benefit," Tan Zongguang said gently.

Ye Yun's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Tan Zongguang nodded, seemingly happy for her, and instructed, "You can start preparing now. We need quite a lot, and mung beans are hard to buy right now. Prepare the ingredients first, and deliver them to our school on June 1st."

Where is your school located?

Ye Yun tentatively asked.

Tan Zongguang saw through her meaning and smiled, "It's just to the north. It's the only primary school in the whole town. You don't have to worry that I'm a liar. You can go and inquire about it. It'll just be a bit of a hassle for you from now on."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

Ye Yun immediately agreed with a smile, saying that making money was never hard work!

"Then pack me ten more mung bean cakes, I'll take them back to eat," Tan Zongguang said. After finishing, he couldn't help but remind him again: "Remember to stock up on mung beans during this period. There are a lot of them among all the students in the school. I happen to know someone who grows mung beans. Here is his address, his surname is Li. You can go and ask him."

Now that grain trading is open, it is explicitly stipulated that farmers can freely buy and sell grain.

"Thank you, Mr. Tan." Ye Yun took the paper and glanced at the address on it.

It is indeed near the school.

“Don’t call me Boss Tan, it sounds really uncomfortable.” Tan Zongguang waved his hand again, looking at her with gentle eyes, and explained seriously, “I’m just a primary school teacher. You can just call me by my name. My colleagues all call me Zongguang.”

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