Xia Enruo's boxed lunches are famous far and wide.

Even students from other universities come here by word of mouth. She can now sell 80 boxed meals and more than 50 cups of fruit tea each at noon and in the evening, which is the maximum she can do.

Any more, and my little cart won't be able to hold them all.

Red Headscarf watched as Xia Enruo's business flourished day by day, becoming the most popular stall on the entire street, and she felt a growing resentment.

"This brat dares to steal my business on my turf. I think she's asking for trouble."

When he was young, Hongtoujin started hanging out in the streets and knew a lot of thugs and gangsters. He originally thought that if he earned money for a few more years, he could buy a street-front house.

That would have been enough for my family to live on for a lifetime, but then Xia Enruo suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Not only is her skill top-notch, but she also earns in one day what I would earn in five days.

After years of hard work and struggle, the person in the red headscarf stall can only sell a maximum of 25 boxed meals each time they set up their stall.

Seeing Xia Enruo squeezing through the crowd while her own sales were dismal, she felt incredibly resentful.

However, Xia Enruo only walked along the main road every day, and the red headscarf never had a chance to make a move, which really worried her.

Zhang Guohong had also heard that the boxed lunch stalls near the school gate tasted very good. He took his girlfriend there several times, but they could only stand on the outermost edge each time.

The crowd surrounding the stall blocked his view of the vendor's face, so he naturally didn't know that the person was his cousin.

Zhang Guohong went several times but still couldn't get one, so he finally gave up.

He passed by the red headscarf stall when he went to buy fruit.

The woman in the red headscarf enthusiastically called out to Zhang Guohong, urging him to buy her products.

Zhang Guohong glanced at it and snorted:

"With your taste, how can it compare to the ones in the west? No wonder there's not a single customer here; you know it's not good."

Upon hearing his words, the woman in the red headscarf felt a fire ignite within her.

"Hey, you little punk, buy it if you want, don't buy it if you don't want to, but your mouth is so foul, didn't your mother teach you to speak properly?"

Zhang Guohong looked down on these people who set up stalls at the school gate; in his eyes, they were all uncultured brutes.

Not only were they uneducated, but they were also dressed in rags, clearly indicating they were poor people from the lower class.

He hates people at the bottom of society the most; he has had enough of the days when he was a child and didn't have enough to eat or wear.

Now that my family has money and I'm a college student, I've long since broken out of my old circle.

I am no longer in the same social class as these pieces of trash in front of me.

"You ugly woman, what are you babbling about! What's wrong with me talking to you?"

You don't need to lecture me here. No wonder no one buys your boxed lunches.

With that foul mouth of yours, the food you cook probably smells bad too.

Zhang Guohong's girlfriend stood aside, laughing. Her boyfriend was really something; this old woman deserved to be scolded.

Why would someone this old still come out and embarrass themselves?

"Grandma, you're so old, why aren't you enjoying your retirement at home? Why are you out here doing this hard labor?"

The woman in the red headscarf was completely enraged. She picked up the lunchbox and threw it at Zhang Guohong's girlfriend's face.

Lamb stir-fried noodles and rice grains were stuck to one end.

"You little brat, who are you calling grandma!"

When Zhang Guohong saw his girlfriend being bullied, he went up and slapped the girl in the red headscarf.

"Damn it, you lowly, poor bastard, we dare to bully you."

The woman in the red headscarf tried to scratch Zhang Guohong, but she was a woman after all and no match for him.

Zhang Guohong kicked the woman in the red headscarf directly in the stomach, causing her to fall to the ground, spilling her lunchbox all over the floor.

"Pah, you beggar, you dare to gesture at me."

He spat on the ground and led his girlfriend back to school.

"Guohong, you were really cool just now. That old hag deserved to get beaten up."

The woman in the red headscarf lay on the ground, clutching her stomach, for a while to recover.

She stood up, dusted herself off, looked at the onlookers, and cursed.

"Look at your mother's head! Believe me or not, I'll gouge your eyes out."

Seeing that this woman was not to be trifled with, the crowd dispersed.

Xia Enruo's stall was surrounded by a huge crowd, so she naturally had no idea what had just happened in the distance.

The man in the red headscarf was filled with rage; he looked like he was about to kill someone.

"You little rascal, I'll get someone to break both your arms."

For several days in a row, Zhang Guohong couldn't take his girlfriend's nagging anymore; she insisted on eating the boxed lunches from Xia Enruo's stall.

There was no other way but for him to skip class and rush out early to buy it.

After squeezing through the crowd, it was finally Zhang Guohong's turn. He had just reached out his hand to take the money when he froze.

"Cousin? It's you!"

He asked.

"Is there anything strange? Tell me what kind of lunch you want, the other students are waiting!"

Xia Enru urged, "I'm already so busy, I don't have time to chat with him."

"Two servings, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and two cups of fruit tea."

"It costs 1.6 yuan in total."

Zhang Guohong stood aside after buying the boxed lunch and didn't leave. It was really strange today; Xia Enruo had actually started selling boxed lunches.

It's really satisfying to think that a pampered young lady who used to live a life of luxury is now reduced to living on the streets.

Xia Enruo was busy for a while, selling out every single box, and then she started collecting clothes.

She glanced at Zhang Guohong beside her, and seeing his condescending attitude, she didn't want to talk to him.

After collecting the clothes, Xia Enruo finished tidying up and prepared to ride away on her cart.

Zhang Guohong caught up from behind and grabbed the handle of the cart.

"Cousin, you're so heartless! Your relatives come to buy lunch from you, and you actually charge them money."

One dollar and sixty cents? Are you hoping to make a fortune by taking it home?

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