At the same time, Wang Peng was also very proud that he had personally changed his good brother's fate.

At least for now, things are looking up for the better.

The classrooms in the teaching building are all pretty much the same, with a blackboard and a podium at the front and rows of desks opposite.

The only difference was the class nameplate hanging on the door.

Today is registration day, school officially starts tomorrow morning, and military training begins tomorrow afternoon.

Wang Peng took out a few masks and handed them to Du Lei.

"Brother Lei, put on your mask and come help out in my food truck. I'll treat you to golden fried rice for lunch."

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Du Lei scratched his head.

"I sell fried rice with eggs, and wearing a mask gives people a sense of hygiene," Wang Peng said.

The two brothers, wearing masks, left the teaching building and arrived at the school gate.

"Sister Fang, any business?" Wang Peng asked.

Li Fang almost didn't recognize him and was a little embarrassed. "No, no one has come over to ask the price."

"Don't rush, that's how business works," Wang Peng encouraged her as he changed into his chef's uniform.

From now on, he will have to go to school, so he can only come over to cook after school. The rest of the time, his cousin will have to support the business.

There's a huge flow of people right now, and parents are buying daily necessities for their children everywhere.

The stainless steel food cart is very high-end, and people always turn their heads to take a look when they pass by it.

At this moment, a boy said, "Dad, I didn't eat breakfast this morning, I want to eat fried rice with eggs."

His father, with his thick beard, couldn't help but complain, "Homemade food doesn't taste as good, only food bought from outside tastes good, right?"

"Dad, I'm really hungry," the new student chuckled.

The burly man walked up to the food cart. "Boss, how much is the fried rice?"

"One yuan a serving." Wang Peng took out a disposable lunchbox. "One serving includes one egg. Fill this lunchbox."

"What? You're selling them for a dollar a bowl?" The burly man with the thick beard stared wide-eyed.