He ate heartily, his eyes squinting.

Xu Jiaoyu initially wanted to go over, but remembering that he had just finished spraying those farmers, and looking disdainfully at the makeshift restaurant that didn't even have chairs or stools, he retreated from the doorway.

Xia Xuezheng and Instructor He were not polite at all.

Staring intently at the amber-colored meat, I realized it was the braised pork that had recently become a hit in the food street.

Chen Xian, the big boss, saw the two gentlemen coming over and prepared a basin of clean water and a clean towel for them.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar, thank you for your hard work."

Xia Xuezheng chuckled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Chen. You must have been busy all morning."

Chen Xian: "It's not hard at all. It's just a business. I'm just an ordinary person. If I keep complaining about being tired after making money, I'm just being pretentious."

After all, I won't share a single penny of the money I make with you.

Instructor He laughed and said, "Boss Chen is a wonderful person, quick-witted and outspoken."

Chen Xian glanced at the old man standing silently at the door and asked in confusion, "Why isn't that gentleman coming in?"

Instructor He: "Your place is too small, there's nowhere to sit."

At the entrance.

Seeing the students around him wolfing down their food, Lu Chengfeng said irritably, "A bunch of disloyal bastards, are they reincarnated starving ghosts? Didn't you hear how rude that man from the village was? I'm not like that."

Shi Jingxing laughed and said, "Wasn't it some people who spoke rudely and angered others in the first place?"

“You, Brother Jingxing, don’t forget that you are also a student of the county school. Your words and actions represent the county school. Be mindful of your words and actions.”

Shi Jingxing remained silent and ignored him, then went into the courtyard to prepare for dinner.

Lu Chengfeng, like a lackey, walked up to Instructor Xu and said, "I'll go hungry with you, sir."

Instructor Xu said irritably, "When did I say I wasn't going to eat?"

At the entrance.

Gou Sheng's mother looked uneasy. "Husband, did you ask Da Zhu's father if he agreed to let us set up a stall here?"

Zhang Daguang: "Stop talking nonsense. They even suggested we sell it for ten coins a serving. We can't sell it for that much, otherwise no one will buy it."

After waiting for a while, the young people all went into the Chen family's courtyard, paying no attention to his house at all.

Gou Sheng's mother got anxious.

He called out, "Zhang's stewed chicken, ten coins a bowl, come and try it quickly, or you don't have to pay if you don't like it."

My throat was sore from shouting, but no one came.

Dog-Leaf's mother complained, "Well, we just got a free bowl of chicken. Is Da-Zhu's father trying to scam us? We can't sell it at all."

"Shut up! How long have they been selling their wares in town? How long have we been selling ours?"

Despite his words, he was also somewhat uneasy.

Daddy Dazhu, are you trying to trick me?

Is it too expensive if no one buys it?

A deep, muffled sound suddenly came from behind.

"Boss, could you give me a steamed bun too, instead of just a bowl?"