When Chi Chanfa spoke, he sang eloquently, describing Zhang Qiaoyue's cooking skills as unparalleled.

Zhang Qiaoyue, who was standing nearby, blushed as she listened.

This boast is truly embarrassing!

Once Chi Chan had disappeared from sight, Zhang Qiaoyue turned around, got on her tricycle, and went home to cook.

Chi Chan didn't rest once she got to class. As soon as the long break ended, she went straight to the classmate who was the most talkative and gossipy, and gave him the last ten flyers.

The current Chi Chan has not encountered the troubles of her past life.

Although the school term has been short, I've gotten along well with my classmates.

"My mom sold boxed lunches at the school gate today, and they tasted much better than those in the school cafeteria."

"Help me spread the word, I'll treat you to a free lunch today, how about it?"

Zhuo Zhiyuan's eyes lit up. He was a glutton, and the food in the cafeteria was terrible. In just one month, he lost several pounds.

He pleaded with his father for a long time at home, but his father still refused to let his grandmother bring him food every day, saying that he was afraid of tiring her out.

Would riding in a car really tire out his grandma?

His dad is so annoying. Doesn't he worry that his grandma will be bored at home every day and miss her precious grandson?

Aren't you afraid that your precious grandson and your handsome son will starve?

Just now, Chi Chan said there were free boxed lunches, and they were even better than the cafeteria food?

Zhuo Zhiyuan immediately threw down his pen and took the flyer that Chi Chan handed him.

"Braised chicken drumsticks and eggplant with minced meat, not bad, not bad, these are all dishes I like!"

"I have brothers in Class 11 and Class 19. I'll have them help spread the word on their respective floors!"

"Isn't it a bit stingy to just treat someone to one meal?"

Zhuo Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and demanded a higher price.

"How about we hire everyone who comes to help for three days?"

"Deal! Chi Chan is so generous!"

Zhuo Zhiyuan lost interest in doing his homework and hurriedly went downstairs with a few flyers in hand.

Class was about to start, and Zhuo Zhiyuan entered the classroom just as the bell rang, one after the other with the teacher.

As soon as get out of class ended, Zhuo Zhiyuan rushed to Chi Chan's desk.

"How much did your mom prepare today? I've already received 28 orders."

Chi Chan exclaimed in disbelief that more than half of the boxed lunch her mother had prepared for today had already been eaten.

"Today is the first day of business, and my mom prepared about 40 servings."

"Ah—only this much? I'll tell them to hurry up and buy it after class, first come, first served."

Zhuo Zhiyuan came and went in a hurry, but before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Chi Chan to make sure to save him a copy in advance.

As for his brother's, if his aunt can sell it for money, then let's sell it for money first!

Chi Chan: You're so good to your brother!

She already told her mom this morning to save three portions for her, her mom should remember!

Zhang Qiaoyue certainly remembered; she would never forget the note she left for Chi Chan, no matter who she forgot.

After all, accompanying students to school is the main job, and selling boxed lunches is a side job!

Zhang Qiaoyue could certainly tell which was more important!

My primary task is to take good care of Chi Chan's food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

Zhang Qiaoyue placed the boxed lunch that Chi Chan had prepared separately. It contained braised chicken legs, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and eggplant with minced meat. She had specially bought a large insulated container to pack it up for Chi Chan.

As for my daughter saying that we should save three portions, I prepared three portions of braised chicken leg rice and put them together in a thermos.

Following Chi Chan's instructions, Zhang Qiaoyue arrived a few minutes early at the open space next to the school gate.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Qiaoyue's heart started pounding with nervousness, but when she saw a group of students sprinting towards her at top speed, her anxiety subsided.

Chi Chan ran desperately through the crowd, barely managing to keep up with the pace of the group!

"Auntie, I'd like a braised chicken leg rice!"

A few meters away from the gate, a boy shouted loudly.

"Auntie, I'd like a minced meat and eggplant dish!"

"I want a braised chicken leg rice too!"

"..."

"Queue up! Queue up—limited quantity, first come, first served!"

Before Zhang Qiaoyue could react, Chi Chan's voice came from the crowd.

"Yes, everyone line up!"

Zhang Qiaoyue then realized what was happening.

The first boy to speak was at the front of the line, and soon a small queue formed behind him.

Chi Chan arrived just then. Her mother was in charge of selling the food, while she was in charge of collecting money, giving change, and maintaining order.

"Auntie, I'd like a braised chicken leg rice."

"The braised chicken leg rice is sold out, but we still have stir-fried pork with chili and eggplant with minced meat. Do you want some?"

The classmate hesitated for only a moment before switching to stir-fried pork with chili peppers rice.

From the moment the first one went until it sold out, it only took a few minutes, and there were still several students at the back of the line who hadn't managed to buy one.

Chi Chan had no choice but to tell them that she would prepare more for the evening, and only then did everyone reluctantly leave.

Yesterday, Chi Chan told Zhang Qiaoyue that they would sell twice a day, once at noon and once in the evening, but Zhang Qiaoyue didn't believe that business could be that good.

Now she believes it, and she's doing good business at night.

Zhang Qiaoyue's mood at this moment was completely different from that morning; she was dancing with joy and extremely happy.

"I didn't calculate the portions properly today. There were more than a dozen servings of minced meat and eggplant, and I also made too much stir-fried pork with chili peppers. I also braised more than a dozen chicken legs in one pot..."

I originally intended to save it for you, but when I was packing it, I figured since I'd already made it, I might as well pack it all in here.

If we don't sell them all, it won't be a waste to leave some for you to eat!

Thank goodness we did that, and they all sold out!

Xiao Chan, did you see? Lots of classmates haven't bought any yet. I'll prepare more this afternoon!

Zhang Qiaoyue put the empty insulated box back on the tricycle, then took out an insulated lunchbox and three boxed meals and handed them to Chi Chan.

Zhang Qiaoyue had thoughtfully packed the three boxed meals into a bag, so Chi Chan could just carry them.

"Today we sold 13 servings of braised chicken leg rice, which is 156 yuan; 23 servings of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, which is 230 yuan; and 12 servings of minced pork and eggplant rice, which is 12 yuan. The total is 506 yuan. It's all here, please keep it!"

Chi Chan handed over all the money he had collected that day to Zhang Qiaoyue, whose hands were trembling as she took the money.

This is so exciting!

She works in a factory, sitting in front of an electric sewing machine from eight in the morning until nine or ten at night, earning only four or five thousand yuan a month.

With just a few dozen boxed meals, I easily made four or five hundred yuan. After deducting the cost, I'm making at least half of that profit.

"Xiao Chan, how much should I prepare this afternoon?"

Zhang Qiaoyue is now full of energy and can't wait to go back and prepare.

Is there any meat left at home?

Chi Chan couldn't estimate how much meat was left, so she asked her mother to buy more meat yesterday, but she absolutely refused to buy any.

There should still be chicken drumsticks left. Zhang Qiaoyue bought two 2-kilogram bags, saying that she likes to eat them and can eat them herself if they don't sell.

"There's still a bag of chicken drumsticks left, but we're out of meat. We still have vegetables and other things, and we brought a lot from home!"

"This afternoon, continue making the same dishes: stir-fried pork with chili peppers and eggplant with minced pork, twenty portions of each. Just finish the last bag of braised chicken legs. Mom, can you manage?"

Chi Chan mentioned the number, and then expressed some concern for her mother.