Heh, you're pushing your luck, aren't you?

“I’m not a math teacher, I can’t make that decision.”

Another wail followed.

"Enough! From now on, any student who can stop crying will get to eat the fried meatballs from the school gate!"

The classroom fell silent, save for a few barely audible sobs.

Teacher Zhou turned off the video on her phone without any expression.

I secretly congratulated myself on my cleverness: the extra spicy fried meatballs last night were ridiculously delicious. The chili sauce the owner made paired perfectly with the bouncy meatballs, leaving a lingering fragrance in my mouth. Today, I can take advantage of the opportunity to comfort the little ones and enjoy myself properly!

"Come with me after school."

In this way, although the elementary school students in Class 3 and 4 lost the tug-of-war competition, they were exempted from Chinese homework and could go with Teacher Zhou to buy meatballs.

While forty people were lining up for meatballs.

The students from Class 3-3, who had just won the tug-of-war, passed by and wanted to laugh at them, but then they remembered the new test papers the teacher had given them in their schoolbags and couldn't bring themselves to laugh.

Perhaps this is life.

In front of the fried meatball stall.

“There are forty people in my class. Each of you should get three meatball skewers for five yuan,” Teacher Zhou whispered in Qin Yi’s ear, “and give me another serving of the extra spicy fried meatballs from yesterday.”

Qin Yi's fryer can only fry a maximum of 50 meatballs at a time. With so many students flocking to the fryer, she had to keep making them in waves.

"Look, the owner is over there, at the stall with the longest line of elementary school students."

"I knew we could get her this afternoon! Let's go watch the elementary school kids become sworn brothers!"

Teacher Zhou carried her takeout box and walked towards Little Sheep.

At that moment, she saw several classmates kneeling devoutly under a tree in the distance.

So he quietly walked behind the group.

What are you doing here?

“I don’t see any sworn brothers! This tree is already occupied, go find another tree!” the little boy replied with considerable confidence.

The child next to him quickly nudged him with his elbow, saying, "That sound is wrong, look behind you and see who it is."

The group of people stood up abruptly: "Hello, Teacher Zhou!"

Then the children clenched their fists and bowed to each other.

"Big brother, I have to go back and do my math homework."

"Second and third brothers, I will miss you. Until we meet again."

After saying that, they all ran away in a flash...

When Cheng Yingtao arrived at the gate of Zisan Primary School, she saw a long line.

Ahead of them were more than a dozen primary school students carrying backpacks, and behind them were young people and their parents queuing up.

Mr. Qin was incredibly busy again; business was so good that he wondered if there would be any food left when it was his turn to get in line.

No, she has to cut in line.

"Sister, would you like me to pack this up for you?"

When Qin Yi saw it was her, she was overjoyed to have a helper. "Quickly, help me skewer three meatballs with bamboo sticks. Give one skewer to each of these elementary school students with backpacks."

Cheng Yingtao swallowed hard as she saw the sizzling oil in the pot and the golden meatballs.

While helping with the work, she asked, "Sister, why didn't you tell me there was another fried food stall? I missed out on eating fried meatballs for so many days!"

"You absolutely have to save me a bowl, consider it my reward for helping you with the work, but I'll pay you! Hehe!"

"Okay, after you finish dealing with these elementary school students, pack up the food you want first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to keep your share later."

At 5:20 pm, more and more people lined up because of the Zicheng Yijie WeChat official account.

Qin Yi had run out of chili sauce, so everyone could only eat grilled meatballs and plain fried meatballs, and no one went up to the stall to say they didn't want any.

Just kidding, after queuing for so long, I'd buy anything the owner sells, especially since it's just a matter of not having chili sauce.

"Oh dear, how did we put out the fire?"

Cheng Yingtao packed the fried meatballs into a takeout box, while Qin Yi squatted down and took out the frozen supplies from the small freezer.

Hearing the customer say that, Qin Yi was startled! She quickly tried to light the fire again.

"Sizzle~~~~~Thump! Sizzle~~~~~~Thump!"

I tried calling several times but there was no response. Could it be that there's no liquefied gas left?

It seems like she hasn't been able to breathe since Monday...

The vehicles used in the previous two missions were powered by the system's electricity, which was inexhaustible.

This time, I set up the fryer and liquefied gas myself, ignoring the fact that resources are limited.

"Hey! Zisan Delivery, how long will it take for the liquefied gas tanker to arrive?"

"It's peak dinner time now, and the delivery is expected to take about two hours. Do you still need it?"

Qin Yi twitched her lips: "No need..."

Having no other option, she walked up to the line of customers and shouted, "The boss is out of breath! You'd better go home now, we can't sell anything today!"

The customers in front knew what was going on, but the customers behind were completely confused.

The boss isn't breathing? Why isn't he breathing? What happened?

A girl with pigtails rushed out of the crowd, grabbed Qin Yi, and asked, "Where's the boss! I'm a nurse, I know first aid!"

Several customers were so moved by what she said that they immediately took out their phones to capture this act of kindness.

It wasn't until Qin Yi explained helplessly, "I am the boss. I didn't explain clearly. I still have gas, but the liquefied gas is out! We can't sell fried meatballs today!"

Some quick-witted customers seized on the loophole in the owner's words, saying, "If you can't make fried meatballs, don't you still have grilled meatballs?"

"The meatballs were just taken out of the freezer and haven't been thawed at room temperature. Each batch takes 20-30 minutes to bake in the small oven. We expect to make 50 meatballs in the next batch. Customers who are willing to wait can line up again. I'm just worried about making things difficult for you," Qin Yi said, looking at the people in the back row.

"We're already here, and it's only been half an hour. What's there to be afraid of? Let's keep waiting."

Qin Yi shook her head helplessly upon hearing this.

Cheng Yingtao quickly stuffed her bowl of fried meatballs into the storage compartment under the table, so that no one else could see it.

"Haha, sorry to the customers behind me, it's my son's birthday today, and I promised to buy him 100 dumplings to invite his kindergarten classmates to my house for a birthday party! Why don't you come back tomorrow? I've already paid!"

"Ding-dong, WeChat payment received: 200 yuan."

This parent, who was in the first position, is truly skilled at acting first and asking questions later.

The customers behind can manage waiting for one round, but waiting for two rounds is unbearable, so they can only come back tomorrow.

Watching the customers leave one by one, Qin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

She can go home after baking 100 meatballs for this parent.

The fourth to sixth grade students at Zisan Elementary School are just getting out of school now.

Many children who had come with 5 yuan to buy the "sworn brotherhood dumplings" were dumbfounded; the shopkeeper wasn't selling anything today.

Don't these adults have any good food in their own little world? Why are they coming to the elementary school gate to compete with them for food?

Do you understand that you've crossed the line?