After selling her boxed lunches, the woman in the red headscarf didn't ride away on her cart. Instead, she lingered there, cracking sunflower seeds. She was curious to see how many boxes Xia Enruo could sell.
Xia Enruo waited for most of the afternoon, but still no one came. After calling out for a long time, she was so thirsty that she drank a cup of fruit tea herself.
"What a bad start! It seems Gu Shaoxuan is going to have a lot to eat this time. He'll be eating boxed lunches every day, breakfast, lunch and dinner, with different kinds of dishes like braised pork slices, shredded pork with garlic sauce, stir-fried cabbage, and stir-fried oat noodles. He'll also be drinking fruit tea until he's stuffed."
Gu Shaoxuan sat at the door. Because the sun was too dazzling, he simply put on sunglasses. His handsome appearance made him look as cool as a flag raiser in front of Tiananmen Square.
He stared intently at the clothes drying in the yard, unaware that his wife had already arranged his meals for half a month.
The stalls next to us packed up one by one and moved back, and the number of students gradually decreased.
"Go back, girl. The peak crowds have already passed. The students are taking their lunch break after lunch. Don't waste your time."
Old Li rode his bike past Xia Enruo and comforted her.
"Thank you, sir. I'd like to wait a little longer and then I'll be back."
The woman in the red headscarf was thrilled to see that Xia Enruo hadn't sold anything all afternoon.
"What did I say? All the money in the world just loves to flow into my pocket."
She hummed a little tune and rode away on her cart.
Xia Enru thought to herself, "Today was really a cold shower. I came out full of enthusiasm, but I came home feeling miserable."
These boxed meals won't sell, and the losses will be substantial.
Forget it, there's no such thing as a business that guarantees a fortune. As the saying goes, "With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle." I, Xia Enruo, refuse to believe in such superstitions. I'll be back tonight!
She started tidying up the cart, and just as she was about to pick up the front plank, a man who looked like a teacher, panting heavily, ran over.
"Miss, do you still have boxed lunches?"
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