At this moment, Cheng Yingtao was still eating her second bowl of lunch.

A long line of people formed in front of the car.

At first, she felt pretty good.

The boss only has one stool, and he always gives it to her whenever she comes.

It gives the impression that she is the empress and everyone else is just a concubine.

But there were so many people today that those in the back row couldn't see the goods in the car, so they stared intently at what was in her bowl.

"Boss, what's your Douyin account number? Send me one, I'll follow you."

Qin Yi stopped packing the dessert: "What Douyin account? I don't have one?"

"Aren't you guys live-streaming yourself eating meatballs? I see she's already on her second bowl, and she seems to be enjoying it."

...

Cheng Yingtao: "I'm not the boss, I'm just a glutton."

The man took his things, shrugged at his friend, and left: "The owner of this shop is quite humorous. Try searching for 'meatball dessert shop' and see if you can find it."

As Qin Yi sold sweet soup, she silently counted the remaining amount in the shop window.

There are still dozens of bowls left; I made double the amount today.

I glanced at the crowd queuing behind me.

The water has boiled, the dough has been prepared, and now all that's left is to roll the dough into small balls.

Qin Yi started operating two accounts simultaneously.

A race against time!

In those few dozen seconds when a customer is looking at the product!

Quickly put on gloves and you can make a dumpling in 2 seconds!

After the customer has made their selection, immediately remove the gloves and pack the food.

So busy I could barely move, so fast I was practically a blur!

Do you want me to help you make meatballs?

Qin Yi turned around for half a second and asked her, "Can you?"

I continued working on my tasks.

"I can do it. I've loved making balls with modeling clay since I was little. I often help my mom make glutinous rice balls when she makes them. It's pretty simple."

As the goods in the shop window dwindled, Qin Yi had no choice but to give it a try.

"Then put on your gloves and roll a few for me to see."

Cheng Yingtao pinched off a lump of dough, placed it in her palm, cupped her hands together, and kneaded the ball in the middle back and forth.

"No, it's too big. Your technique is for making large glutinous rice balls. Let me demonstrate."

"Take a piece of dough about the size of one of your fingers, place it in the palm of your left hand, then open both palms and flip them back, straighten your fingers, and make a 'take-off' gesture like an airplane taking off, and roll it into a round shape with a little force."

After listening, Cheng Yingtao also imitated Qin Yi by pinching a dough ball with three fingers, and then showed it to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi was serving guests, saying, "They're all only 5 yuan a bowl, whichever flavor you'd like?"

On the left, someone is checking the students' grades, saying, "Too big, a little smaller."

After kneading more than twenty balls, Cheng Yingtao seemed to have found her rhythm.

The dough pieces, neither too big nor too small, were rolled into perfectly round and smooth balls.

Qin Yi's eyes lit up with surprise: "Wow, not bad~ You're very talented. I've only taught you for a few minutes and you've already graduated?"

Cheng Yingtao desperately suppressed the urge to burst into a smug laugh, and pretended to be modest, saying, "It's because the teacher taught me well."

"After the water boils, put the meatballs in and stir them with a spoon to prevent them from sticking together. Once they float to the surface, cook for another minute. They should be cooked through but not mushy, which is the ideal state."

Cheng Yingtao nodded, treating her beloved Xiao Yuanzi with seriousness and care.

Qin Yi would observe from time to time.

This child looks a bit dull, introverted, and a little silly.

But she has excellent focus; she can immerse herself in her own world and complete a task with dedication, showing the potential of an artisan.

Next, Qin Yi assembled the cooled meatballs with the prepared fresh milk mochi and ice jelly, and then sprinkled some dried osmanthus flowers on top as a garnish.

"Sister, I can make this too, let me help you."

"good."

With the help of her assistant, Qin Yi's sales speed increased significantly.

The two worked together, one kneading and cooking the meatballs, and the other packing them into boxes.

The customers who came after them all enjoyed freshly made desserts, which were not only visually appealing and delicious, but also made with ingredients that gave them peace of mind.

Until all the ice jelly, various milk jellies, and fresh milk mochi are used up.

Qin Yi announced that she was officially closing up shop and told the customers behind her not to wait any longer.

Customers who didn't manage to buy anything started making threats: "Hmph, I'll go back to the entrance of Zisan Elementary School this afternoon and catch you!"

Helpless, I shrug.

Cheng Yingtao asked curiously, "Sister, do you also sell meatballs at Zisan Elementary School? I heard that photographer sister mention it yesterday."

"Yes, I sell fried meatballs over there this afternoon."

"Wow!" The foodie's eyes lit up: "Sister, can I add you on WeChat? I'll come see you this afternoon."

Qin Yi smiled and shook hands with the regular customer who had helped her all afternoon.

Thursday at 4 p.m.

Cherry Stationery Store.

"Mom, I'm going to get dinner and I'll be right back!"

"All you do all day is eat, eat, eat! You spend two hours on lunch, then rest for two hours, and then it's time for dinner! Can't you control your pig addiction?!"

"Mom, I'm hurt."

"Do you have enough money on you? If not, take some from the drawer and eat something nice. Don't go to roadside stalls."

Well, her mother's combination of gentle persuasion and firmness in raising her child made it difficult for her to cope.

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Class 4, Grade 3, Zisan Elementary School.

"I love you, even walking alone through dark alleys!"

"I love the way you refuse to kneel!"

"I've faced despair with love, but I refuse to shed a single tear!"

Eason Chan's "The Lone Warrior".

Though late, it has arrived.

Before Teacher Zhou even reached the classroom, she could already hear the classic elementary school song playing in the hallway.

Standing at the classroom door, peering inside.

Even the more composed children, like Yan Tiechao, were sobbing silently, their shoulders shaking.

The usually unruly child wiped away tears, his face flushed, and roared at the lone warrior with veins bulging.

Zhang Kexin sat in the first row, her sadness flowing like snot bubbles, completely unstoppable. She took a tissue, crumpled it into two white paper balls, stuffed them into her nostrils, and continued to sob uncontrollably.

Teacher Zhou switched her phone to video mode outside the door and walked into the classroom with a serious expression.

He stood on the podium and said, "Quiet."

The children paused for a moment, then looked at their teacher, suppressing their sobs.

"Listen to me, although we only got second place in this tug-of-war competition, but..."

"Oh! Aww~~~~~~~~ Waaah~~~~~~~" The children had a stress reaction when they heard the word "two," and they immediately tilted their heads and necks and cried wildly, completely unable to control themselves.

"But it reflects our class's sense of collective honor..."

"Awooo~~~~ Ah~~~~"

Nobody wants to listen to her, right?

"You don't need to do your Chinese homework tonight."

Um?

The classroom was quiet for five seconds, but the children couldn't control themselves and continued to wail.

A few children, with one hand supporting their tearful eyes on the table, sobbed and asked, "What about the math homework?"