Chapter 16 Transmigrated as a Little Bitter Gourd 16
When Ji Xianli arrived at school, his classmates couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Ji Xianli, how did you turn into a pig?"
"Hahaha, you didn't spend your summer vacation eating pig feed at home, did you?"
"No wonder you didn't dare to register last week, it turns out you've turned into a big fat pig, hahaha."
Ji Xianli was so angry at being laughed at that he shouted and turned to run away. He didn't want to come to school anymore; he wanted to go back.
But before he could even leave the teaching building, the teacher called out to him: "Ji Xianli, where are you going? Class is about to start!"
Ji Xianli had no choice but to stop, but then he saw Ji Huaizhi.
He seems to have grown taller.
He was also carrying several golden-brown cakes in his hand.
Seeing that he didn't even glance at him, Ji Xianli glared at his back.
The teacher asked, "Do you know him? Is he really your brother?"
“He’s not,” Ji Xianli immediately replied, not wanting to have anything to do with him.
"I misunderstood. I thought you two were brothers, but now that I think about it, you don't seem like it. He's first in the grade, and you're last. You don't seem like it at all."
Ji Xianli was even angrier.
He hates his teacher.
I dislike Ji Huaizhi.
Grandpa Ji now pushes a small cart over every morning and afternoon. He sells potato pancakes, and because they are for children, he buys the oil from the supermarket.
Placing the oil bottle nearby so that parents can see it will put their minds at ease.
When he arrives in the morning, he prepares twenty eggs and hot milk.
A potato pancake costs two yuan, an egg costs 1.5 yuan, and milk costs 0.5 yuan more than in the store.
Huaizhi had calculated it for him, and there was still room for profit.
If business is good, you can make quite a bit of money.
The old man arrived at the school early in the afternoon and prepared a lot of food, which he then set aside to cool.
I fried another batch of potato pancakes.
Ji Huaizhi brought many classmates to the old man's stall: "You line up, I'll pack it for you."
"Okay, make me a lot more kimchi, I like kimchi."
Ji Huaizhi skillfully packed potato cakes for them: "Would you like some chili powder? It's a bit spicy."
"Yes, but just a little bit." The man put the two yuan in his hand into the grandfather's money box: "Grandpa, I'm putting the money away."
"Okay, okay, thank you, child."
"I want two, give me five dollars and give me one dollar back." Someone handed over the money.
The old man was quite busy: "Alright, alright, no rush, I'll give you the cakes first and then collect the money."
"Ji Huaizhi, your potato pancakes are really delicious, so crispy."
"Hmm," Ji Huaizhi said in a flat tone.
He's doing well at school now, and everyone likes to hang out with him.
The main reason is that he's good at video games and has excellent grades. He gets praised by his teachers every day, and elementary school students often admire those who are better than them.
The old man's stall was bustling with activity; the batch of pancakes he had just prepared was already sold out, and now everyone was waiting for the next batch. One child even asked the old man to make a couple more batches in advance next time.
Grandpa happily agreed, "I'd like to make a couple more batches, but these pancakes get soft and not as crispy if they sit for too long."
"I'm willing to accept a soft approach."
"I'd like to too, I don't want to wait in line."
Grandpa Ji: "Then I'll make more in the future, so you can eat as soon as you come out."
Ji Xianli heard from his classmates that a potato pancake stall had appeared at the school gate, and that the pancakes tasted delicious.
He was also a little tempted.
After school, before I even got close with my pocket money, I saw Ji Huaizhi packing up and collecting money.
He frowned and looked at his grandfather who was making pancakes. Wasn't that his grandfather?
If the students in my class found out that the person running this stall is their grandfather, how embarrassing would that be?
Ji Xianli knew that his father hadn't given them any money, so that's probably why they came to set up a stall.
"Xianli?" The old man saw him.
Seeing the money in his hand, he waved and said, "Want some pancakes? Come and get them."
Grandpa called out, and everyone in front of the stall looked over.
The old man usually wouldn't involve the children in his affairs.
What's more, this is his own grandson.
If he wanted to eat a pancake, the old man wouldn't charge him; he'd just let him come and get it whenever he wanted.
But Ji Xianli wouldn't think that way.
Elementary school students have a strong sense of self-esteem. Since he already disliked his grandfather and Ji Huaizhi, he would only feel embarrassed.
"Who wants your bread? I'm going back to eat."
The old man frowned: "This child... is just like his father when he was a child."
Ji Huaizhi didn't even raise his head.
Before long, only a few potato pancakes remained on the stall, which Ji Huaizhi packed up and gave to the two classmates next to him.
They had been watching over Ji Huaizhi the whole time, and had even helped him collect the money just now.
They just wanted him to play games with them.
"We'll give you the money." They were embarrassed.
"No need," Ji Huaizhi said calmly.
The old man waved his hand, saying, "You've already helped us, why should we give you money?"
The last Ji Huaizhi was given to the security guard at the gate.
Thinking that if the school were to chase away the vendors, I hoped he would be a little gentler with my grandfather for the sake of this pancake.
"Let's go." The old man was happy.
He used half of his daily earnings for living expenses and saved the other half for Huaizhi.
When Ji Dong heard from his son that his father was now setting up a stall at the school gate, he felt a little uneasy.
But he's reluctant to give money to his father now, and he feels anxious when he's not working.
I was thinking that once I started working, I would still give them some living expenses every month.
When Ji Dong saw the plates of green leafy vegetables on the table at dinner time, his face turned green.
"Mom, you can't just cook vegetarian dishes. The children need to grow. Didn't I see you stir-fried some meat today?"
Tang's mother pointed to a plate of chili peppers on the table: "Isn't this it? Stir-fried pork with chili peppers."
"Even with five thousand yuan, I can't make something fancy for you."
Tang Juan didn't say anything, but her face darkened.
She planned to talk to her mother before going to bed that night, hoping to save the three thousand yuan she had spent on groceries.
"Snap!" Ji Xianli threw down his chopsticks as soon as he saw the dish.
"I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"
"Why won't you give me any meat? Did you feed it all to this little bastard?" Ji Xianli became irritable when he was hungry and couldn't eat without meat.
"Xianli!" Tang Juan called out.
Tang's mother slammed her chopsticks on the table: "I really owe you all this. I cooked for you and you still think I'm doing something wrong?"
"Even a child can throw chopsticks at me! Tang Juan, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Listen to what he's saying about Kaisheng."
Tang Juan: "I will criticize him in a moment."
"What's the use of criticism? I'm making all this vegetarian food for him, look how fat he's gotten!"
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