Today, Lu Rong changed into all the clothes and shoes she had bought yesterday.
I look more energetic when I'm working.
He could clearly sense that many more female classmates were secretly looking at him today than before.
Of course, being a handsome man, he was already used to this situation.
I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
Just then, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly walking over.
Although they didn't have much contact usually, he recognized the other person's true identity at a glance.
It was Zhang Weiguo, the school's principal.
Logically speaking, a school principal wouldn't normally come to a place like this.
Could it be that he's also taken a liking to my fried rice?
The idea unconsciously surfaced in Lu Rong's mind.
It seems the principal is quite well-informed.
After observing for the past few days, he discovered that not only students, but also many teachers have started buying boxed lunches from him.
So I wasn't particularly surprised to see the principal arrive.
After all, everyone is equal when it comes to delicious food.
Just because he's the principal doesn't mean he's not interested in good food.
Seeing that there were still many students queuing ahead, Zhang Weiguo walked forward apologetically, coughed, and tried to attract the students' attention.
However, to his surprise, everyone in line was focused on the boxed lunches on the table and no one noticed that he had arrived.
"Uncle, if you want to buy a boxed lunch, please line up at the back." At this moment, a student said to Zhang Weiguo, who was walking forward, with some dissatisfaction.
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and get in line," several other people urged him.
"You can't rely on your seniority; you have to follow the rules."
This made Zhang Weiguo so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Is my presence in the public eye really that insignificant?
He is, after all, the president of this university.
Even if you don't recognize him, you should still show respect to an elderly person like him.
They have absolutely no sense of respect for the elderly and care for the young.
How dare you make an old person like me stand in line?
That's what they say, but Zhang Weiguo isn't actually that old; he's only in his early fifties.
However, due to years of high-intensity work, his physique has become unrecognizable.
Not only is she overweight, but she has also lost most of her hair, making her look particularly old.
"Principal Zhang, you've arrived." Seeing that Zhang Weiguo seemed a little embarrassed, Lu Rong quickly waved and greeted him.
Hearing "Principal Zhang" made Zhang Weiguo feel much better.
This shows that some people do recognize him as the principal.
"Ahem... I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd take a look." He didn't explicitly say that he also wanted to buy a boxed lunch.
Besides, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Only then did Zhang Weiguo realize that the owner of the small stall was actually a student.
Suddenly curious, I quickly asked, "Judging from your age, are you also a student at our school?"
Lu Rong nodded repeatedly: "I am Lu Rong, a senior. Didn't you say before that you wanted to encourage us students to start our own businesses? I was inspired by you to rent this small restaurant here at school."
"Business is pretty good now, and I have to thank you for it all."
Without thinking twice, Lu Rong started showering Zhang Weiguo with compliments, which made Zhang Weiguo feel very pleased.
His words clearly imply that his policy of encouraging students to start businesses was correct.
Thinking of this, Zhang Weiguo's originally stern face broke into a smile: "Not bad, not bad, you young people are really promising. It seems that business is not bad."
"Principal, why don't you try my fried rice? I think it tastes pretty good." Lu Rong began promoting his fried rice.
Zhang Weiguo nodded in satisfaction, pretending to think for a moment: "That's good, that's good. It's nice to taste the cooking of my own student."
In fact, he was already so tempted by the aroma of the fried rice that he could hardly resist. If he weren't the principal, he would have already picked up the boxed lunch next to him and started eating.
Now that Lu Rong had invited him, he pretended to be calm and picked up a box of fried rice with eggs: "It looks pretty good, I'll try it too, how much is a serving?"
"Principal, you don't need to pay. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have such good business." Lu Rong was too embarrassed to ask for money.
In reality, Lu Rong was just being polite to him.
After all, no matter who it is, they still have to pay money, and school leaders are no exception.
"No, no, it's only right to pay for meals. I can't make an exception just because I'm the principal." Zhang Weiguo said righteously, picking up his phone to pay.
"Alright then, since the principal has said so, it'll be twenty yuan a serving." Lu Rong pretended to be reluctant.
Twenty yuan?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Weiguo's face immediately darkened.
Twenty yuan for a serving of fried rice? That's way too expensive!
Could it be that they're deliberately trying to frame me, the principal?
But seeing that everyone around him was giving twenty, he reluctantly scanned twenty yuan and handed it over.
"Take care, Principal."
After picking up the boxed lunch, Zhang Weiguo returned to his black car.
Once in the car, he immediately started the engine, intending to eat at home.
But before the car had gone even a few hundred meters, the aroma of fried rice was unbearable.
My stomach kept resisting.
He quickly found a corner by the roadside and parked the car.
He looked around carefully and, finding no one else, began to eat in the car with peace of mind.
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