When He Jing and her brothers arrived at Zhu's snack stall, it was already open for business. Uncle Zhu Qiang was moving things around, and Qian Lizhen was wiping the table until it shone.

More than twenty tables were empty, clearly indicating that although the store had opened, business had not yet commenced.

Seeing He Jing approaching from afar, Qian Lizhen rushed forward as if she had seen a savior: "Jingjing, you've finally arrived."

His attitude was so attentive, as if he were seeing his long-lost daughter.

He Jing called out calmly, and Qian Lizhen finally turned her gaze to the others, her expression slightly awkward but now showing a friendly one, and said, "You're all here?"

He Ning's attitude was aloof: "There are too many people today, my sister won't be doing any work."

Qian Lizhen quickly replied, "Yes, yes, no work. I prepared a small table for Jingjing alone. Look, it's right there."

After she finished speaking, the He brothers looked in the direction she pointed and saw a small, lonely round table placed not too far from the other tables, seemingly isolated from them.

Orange juice and desserts were laid out on the table, creating a picturesque scene, if you ignored the greasy signboard behind it.

At the same time, its placement is extremely clever; almost everyone who comes across the street will notice it at first glance.

If a dazzling beauty like He Jing were sitting there, guests would definitely walk over immediately.

He Sui's expression was anything but pleasant, and he immediately objected: "No way, isn't that making He Jing sell her face?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Lizhen was very dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to scold He Jing in front of her as she used to, so she could only suppress her temper and say, "What's wrong with selling your face? Others want to sell their faces but don't have any to sell."

As she spoke, she took He Jing's hand, pulled her aside, and said with a smile, "Jingjing, God has given you such a beautiful face, you mustn't waste it; I remember you young people love to make short videos, right? If you get filmed and become famous, you won't have to study anymore."

He Zhou's temple throbbed with excitement, and he said sarcastically, "Doesn't my cousin film every day? Is she famous yet?"

Qian Lizhen choked, glared at He Zhou, and then looked at He Jing ingratiatingly: "You can sleep with your cousin tonight, and tomorrow morning your aunt will pay for a taxi to take you to school. What do you think?"

He Jing smiled sweetly: "Okay."

She agreed almost without thinking, which immediately annoyed He Sui. He called out, slightly annoyed, "He Jing."

He Jing said, "Since we're already here, we might as well take a look."

He Sui didn't understand. What was there to observe here? Did she sit there selling her face and expect to write some kind of essay?

However, no matter how unwilling he was, the matter was settled, and He Jing was led by Qian Lizhen to that lonely little round table.

The He brothers looked at each other, helpless.

He Zhou was furious when he saw this and said sarcastically, "What a saint."

He Yi tugged at his sleeve: "Stop talking."

He Chen, however, remained optimistic, smiling slightly: "Perhaps He Jing is planning something."

He said it casually, then turned around and went to work. Soon, the Zhu family's snack stall opened for business, and with He Jing around, the money really started rolling in.

He Jing sat alone behind a small round table, drinking orange juice and eating snacks, her beautiful eyes glancing casually at the crowd.

Zhu's snack stall has two competitors: Chen's barbecue and Xiao Lin's food stall.

One of these two shops is across the street, and the other is next to Zhu's snack stall.

Currently, half of the customer traffic is at Zhujia, while the other half is split in half.