Xu Qingzhi pointed to the room where the honey was stored, "The honey is over there."

Xu Zijun nodded, walked into the room and saw the two girls. He politely called them "sister" twice, reached out to take a bottle of honey and put it in his schoolbag, and went to the kitchen to get a spoon.

When I got back to school, it was already five o'clock.

He went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and instead of returning to the dormitory, he went straight to the classroom.

The classroom was already noisy at this moment. Everyone had just returned from home and was still very excited.

He hung his schoolbag on the back of the stool, glanced at the clock on the blackboard behind him, and saw that class was about to start in a few minutes, so he quickly took out his empty water cup and went to the back to get a glass of water.

When I was getting the water, I remembered the jar of honey in my schoolbag.

Honey cannot be soaked in hot water, so I added half hot water and half cold water, and it became warm water.

He returned to his seat, unzipped his schoolbag, took out the jar of honey, scooped a spoonful and stirred it in the cup of water.

Then cover it with honey and put it in the desk.

The bell for class started ringing on the radio. Everyone returned to their seats and the classroom became quiet.

Suddenly, someone whispered, "Why is there a floral scent?"

Xu Zijun also smelled it. It had a light fragrance, but it was quite pleasant.

Someone asked, "Nana, is that the perfume you put on?"

There are a few girls in the class who usually spray a little perfume, but it’s not strong. When they walk past people, the fragrance will be blown into their breath by the wind.

"No, I didn't spray. None of us sprayed today."

"Where does that fragrance come from?"

The girl sitting next to Xu Zijun sniffed and finally looked at Xu Zijun's water cup.

"Zijun, it seems to be the smell in your water cup. Did you make flower tea?"

Xu Zijun tilted his neck slightly and moved closer to the water cup. It was indeed the taste in his water cup.

When he was scooping honey just now, he smelled a floral scent, but he didn't take it seriously at the time and thought it was the scent of a classmate who happened to walk by.

He smiled and explained: "I just soaked something."

Now everyone knows that Fuwang Farm is opened by Sister Zijun. The fragrance of the flowers is so pleasant, it must be something good.

The wealthy second generation who was not short of money asked quietly: "Zijun, what delicious drink did you make?"

Xu Zijun: "I made it with honey."

It tastes good. It is indeed delicious.

He had found the honey at home delicious before.

"Can you sell me some? I heard honey can nourish the stomach, and I've been having stomachaches this semester."

Although Xu Zijun and this rich second generation were not friends, they still interacted with each other from time to time. The rich second generation was also very righteous. Whenever people in his class were bullied by people from other classes, he would always stand up and seek justice.

However, he had no say over the things at home...

Whether to sell or not, his words don’t count.

I had to politely refuse, "I only brought one jar. There is not much honey left at home. I am not sure if there will be any left when I go back next time."

"Then sell me a few spoonfuls."

Xu Zijun: “Ah?”

How many spoons? Spoons?

The second-generation rich man thought he was unwilling, so he said angrily: "Ten dollars a spoonful!"

Ten yuan... You should know that Xu Zijun only has two hundred yuan in pocket money a month.

Seeing that Xu Zijun was reluctant to speak, the second-generation rich man thought that he was embarrassed and was about to persuade him that he had plenty of money and asked him not to be polite.

Next second.

Xu Zijun: “Deal!”

If you don’t make money when you have the chance, you’re a fool.