At that time, money was still very valuable.

However, these students soon went on vacation after the college entrance examination.

Only the second-year high school students are still persisting in taking extra classes.

The No. 1 Middle School of the city suddenly became deserted.

Of course, Ning Hong wasn't worried about not having business. Anyway, as soon as he appeared, the nearby residents would come to buy.

They're selling out faster and faster.

Sell ​​the last meat bun.

Ning Hong packed her things and prepared to leave with her cart.

He had only taken a few steps when he was stopped.

He was stopped by several vendors and people from a nearby breakfast shop.

"Hey buddy, you've really taken away all our business with your arrival."

The breakfast shop owner spoke first.

The boss was a rather robust man with a protruding belly, looking quite prosperous.

"No way, I only sell a limited quantity each day, so I don't sell that many items."

With so many students at the No. 1 High School in this city, he can only sell two hundred meat buns a day. Even if each person only eats one, it's still only two hundred people, which is the number of students from two or three classes. There are still quite a few classes to consider.

Moreover, even one of them wouldn't be enough to feed them.

Even a skinny girl needs to eat two big meat buns to feel full.

After all, reading is mentally taxing and requires a lot of energy.

For a growing boy, you need at least three.

The person who patronized his business the most was a high school sophomore, a very tall guy. He was already considered tall, about 1.8 meters, but that classmate was more than half a head taller than him.

Of course, being so tall, one must also have a good appetite.

He told me that he was a key player on the school basketball team.

Once, he bought fifty steamed buns in one go and distributed them to his classmates.

He took down six of them all by himself.

So, to be honest, he didn't really hinder these people's business.

"snort."

These people snorted at him heavily.

"Well, it seems that even if I limit the quantity, they still don't like what you make." Ning Hong chuckled. "You can't just fool students like that."

“We didn’t lie to them.”

It seems that someone has hit a nerve.

One of the vendors raised his foot and kicked Ning Hongze's cart hard.

When dealing with children, you can just be casual.

Who knew that after eating this person's food, the students became much more cautious.

After this person left yesterday, two students went to him and bought some things.

After only two bites, a look of utter dismay appeared on his face.

"It tastes terrible."

"It tastes absolutely awful."

"I didn't realize it before, but ever since I ate Hongze's steamed buns, these things have become particularly unpalatable."

"Who says otherwise? I feel like I'm starving to death."

"Not to mention that I'm too full to eat in the cafeteria, sometimes I feel that all the delicious food my mom makes is not as good as one of his meat buns."

"Mmm, red bean cake is delicious too."

Unfortunately, the boys can't keep buying red bean cakes, otherwise people will laugh at them.

The two students weren't talking loudly, but the stall owner paid close attention to them and overheard everything they said.

He was immediately filled with rage.

He'd been selling things here for so long, and he never expected to be treated with such disdain.

It's all Ning Hongze's fault. If it weren't for this person who suddenly appeared, they wouldn't have been so disliked.

"Yes, it's all your fault."

The remaining few people also joined in the cursing.

"Hey, are you guys being reasonable? Your own cooking is bad, and you're blaming me for making it too delicious?" Ning Hong scoffed. "Instead of wasting time blocking me here, you should be studying your own cooking skills and seeing if you can improve them."

"you--"

How could you say such a thing?

With just one sentence, he offended all of them.

"If I speak to you nicely, will you move aside and let me go?"

What do you think?

“I guess not,” Ning Hong shook her head. “Since it’s not, why should I be polite with you?”

Besides, there are only a few people; he doesn't even consider them a threat.

If a fight really breaks out, he might not necessarily lose.

"Shall we have a fight?"

Since he's already dropped out of school and isn't going to study anymore, he doesn't need to be afraid of getting a demerit or anything.

"You've got quite a temper, kid. Why do you insist on setting up a stall at No. 1 Middle School? You could go to the gates of No. 2 or No. 3 Middle School."

"It's all the same. If you can't tolerate me at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, do you think you can tolerate me at the gates of No. 2 and No. 3 Middle Schools? Let's fight. If I win, don't bother me again."

"Quite the boast."

Ning Hong is tall, but thin.

Especially with its fair complexion, it poses absolutely no threat.

"Don't cry if we beat you up later."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't cry. But you guys, if I beat you up later, don't cry and beg for mercy."

Ning Hong then pushed her cart aside.

To avoid accidental injury later.

"Who wants to go first? Never mind, I'm in a hurry, you can all go together."

He has made some money these days and has decided to rent a three-bedroom house to bring his family over.

Stay away from those so-called relatives.

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