The cart stays!
The stall was open until after eleven o'clock before all the goods were sold out, and Wu Meilai pushed the cart home.
She also rented a one-bedroom apartment near the school for 600 yuan.
Logically speaking, this place is very expensive, and a one-bedroom apartment shouldn't be that cheap, but Wu Meilai is lucky, no, she is brave.
A dismemberment case occurred in this apartment years ago. The victim was a gigolo who had robbed a wealthy woman of another gigolo's and was resentful of her. He was brutally murdered in his rental apartment near the end of the year. It was not until after the New Year that a nearby resident smelled a foul odor and contacted the property management, who discovered the victim and reported it to the police.
All in all, when Wu Mei moved in, it had been less than two months since the site was cleaned and disinfected.
I parked the cart steadily and looked up. There were only a few lights on the third, fourth and fifth floors.
The nature of the case was so serious that the surrounding residents moved out one after another.
Entering the elevator, Wu Meilai pressed the button for the 4th floor.
The corridor was dark and quiet, and the sound of shoes stepping on the concrete floor was infinitely amplified.
To be honest, Wu Mei was daunted by the prospect, but her budget was truly limited. Before coming to Yanzhou, she had sold everything she could from the store, paying off her debts and leaving only a little over 20,000 yuan. She then bought a cart, pots and pans, and other miscellaneous items, leaving her even tighter financially.
Stopping in front of 401, Wu Mei came to enter the password. The emotionless mechanical voice of "Password correct" seemed a bit weird.
Wu Meilai quickly pushed the door open and went in.
A burst of meaty aroma hit me in the face.
It was the mutton soup she cooked regularly.
To be honest, she felt that she was quite immoral for cooking soup and selling it to others in such a haunted house.
However, compared to vendors who use gutter oil and have cockroaches and rats crawling all over the kitchen, our own production environment with real ingredients and clean hygiene is still much better.
I scooped out a bowl of mutton soup with a spoon, tasted it, turned off the heat and covered it tightly with satisfaction, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then went to bed.
She rarely worked so late, and she was so tired that she fell asleep quickly.
So I didn't hear it, but at midnight, an emotionless voice came from outside the door: Wrong password.
——
"This description indirectly expresses the author's..."
The bell rang, and Zhou Qianling stopped talking mid-sentence. He closed his book and said coldly, "get out of class dismissed."
The moment I turned around to wipe the blackboard, I heard the clatter of tables and chairs behind me, and the door was crowded with people.
Zhou Qianling did not look away and wiped the blackboard clean from top to bottom without any flaws.
In just a few minutes, only a few people were left in the classroom.
Zhou Qianling picked up the book and was about to leave when he was stopped by a student.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the people in the audience.
She is the Chinese class representative and a very studious girl. She actively answers questions in class and likes to ask questions after class.
Zhou Qianling rarely softened his tone, "Is there any problem?"
The class representative lowered his head and pointed at the text. "Does this paragraph serve as a link between the preceding and the following text?"
Zhou Qianling bent down and explained it to her in detail. After more than ten minutes, she asked, "Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. Thank you, teacher." After saying that, he lowered his head and trotted back to his seat.
She is completely different from the parents who always like to give out red envelopes as bribes.
Seeing no one asking questions anymore, Zhou Qianling went back to his dormitory. He only gave a slight nod when he met students on the way.
The math teacher is always the most active in grabbing food, but now he is sitting steadily on the bed watching a movie.
Both of them were just taking a nap in the dormitory at noon, so the furnishings were simple and there were no curtains or anything like that. In addition, the math teacher's bed was at the door, so as soon as Zhou Qianling opened the door, he smelled the mint scent on her body.
"You had mutton noodles for lunch?"
The math teacher was a little surprised. "Yes, does it smell strong? I've brushed my teeth."
The two of them tacitly agreed not to eat in the dormitory, and Zhou Qianling was cold and indifferent all day long and rarely took the initiative to speak, so she thought that the other party was dissatisfied with the smell in the dormitory.
"From the snack street?"
"right."
Zhou Qianling didn't close the door yet, but slowly walked out and closed it.
…
Wu Meilai's cart was surrounded by hungry hands. She poured the powder into a plastic box and handed it to one of the hands. She didn't even have time to yawn. With dark circles under her eyes, she quickly cooked another pot of powder.
"Hurry up, boss."
"It's my turn now."
"I'm starving."
…
Wu Meilai tilted her head and wiped the sweat off her face, then soothed them, "Don't worry, students, come one by one."
Business that is too good can also be a problem.
I glanced casually to the left and saw a tall figure coming in from the entrance of the snack street.
Wu Meilai's alarm bells rang loudly. She immediately pushed through the crowd of students and turned right with her cart. "Make way, students. I have something urgent to deal with."
“Where are my fans?”
"Stay with the cart!"
"I can do it myself!"
Wu Mei couldn't hear any of this, so she broke through the crowd and ran away. The students were hot on her heels, and passersby, unaware of the truth, were filled with shock and kept to the side to make way.
Some vendor yelled, "What's going on? Are the urban management officials here?"
Another person suddenly shouted: "The urban management is here!"
This shout made the vendors stop their work and run around in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the bustling street was left with only a few rolling plastic stools.
Zhou Qianling stood in the middle of the empty street, looked around and couldn't see any food. He scratched his head, then turned around and went back with the book under his arm.
Over here, Wu Meilai ran two blocks before stopping to catch her breath. Looking back, she saw a few more persistent students still following her.
"Boss, huh, huh," the fastest student panted, supporting himself on his knees. "A big bowl of mutton noodles, ahem, no spicy."
This unwavering determination to get her own noodles made Wu Meilai herself suspicious: Did I add any illegal ingredients? No, did I?
After sending the girls away, Wu Meilai looked at the half-filled pot of soup noodles and fell into deep thought.
Zhou Qianling was the main reason why she left Qianzhou.
That day, she wanted to indulge herself and fall into depravity, but what would it bring? Would the people who cared about her feel regret and sadness?
The clear music from the music box woke her up, and she didn't need Zhou Qianling's regret.
“Almost getting it” is harder to let go than “not getting it”.
She didn't want to think of Zhou Qianling in the future and only regret that they could have been together, so she decided to give it a try.
She stumbled all the way to a land thousands of miles away and settled down near her school.
Originally, she was hiding from her just to make sure whether she really had a partner, but as she observed her for a longer time, Wu Meilai became increasingly frightened. She found that the actual Zhou Qianling was completely different from the one she saw.
She began to doubt whether Zhou Qianling would want to see her? Did she... really like her?
A thought kept lingering in her mind: Was Zhou Qianling also indulging herself? Because the mountain village was isolated and no one knew her, she indulged her dark side, seducing herself, and toying with herself.
All these suspicions made her afraid to face Zhou Qianling, fearing that she would get the unbearable truth.
Wu Meilai pushed the cart and did not return to the snack street. Instead, she found another busy place to continue setting up her stall.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the night wind was getting stronger and it looked like there would be a rainstorm. Wu Meilai hurriedly packed up her stall and went home. When she crossed the intersection, she saw an acquaintance.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
