Although Li Ji was a little shy, he put a lot of effort into getting his idol's autograph, fearing that his actions would make the other party feel uncomfortable.
After explaining the reason for his visit as best as possible, he saw Wu Qiao smile. There was kindness and understanding in his smile, and he did not seem unhappy because of his abruptness.
The other party took the notebook swiftly and wrote two words on the first page in a flamboyant style: 'Wu Qiao'.
Li Ji had never seen this kind of font before, but he thought it was particularly beautiful.
It is grand yet not ostentatious, and there is a hint of feminine grace in the writing.
In short, the handwriting is beautiful! Just like the person.
"Thank you."
Li Ji looked at Wu Qiao with clear eyes. Apart from pride in his own judgment, there was no other emotion in his heart.
Wu Qiao was used to seeing fans in his previous life and could tell who really liked someone and who was just trying to get attention.
So he turned around, picked up the last piece of cake from the table and handed it to Li Ji.
"Thank you for liking me. This is my reward for your liking me."
Li Ji happily took the cake and left reluctantly.
But the sense of satisfaction of being respected in my heart could not dissipate.
I was even excited to see my friends who were traveling with me.
Of course, Wu Qiao had no idea what he was thinking, because she didn't think much about it and just directed others to continue selling cold drinks.
It was not until six o'clock in the evening that the sports meet schedule was announced to have come to a temporary end.
Several people returned home tired. At this time, Jiang Rong and Liang Jing, who had returned home early, had already prepared food and were waiting for everyone.
However, the first thing he did after entering the house was not to rest. Wu Qiao was pulled by everyone to the living room. They planned to count how much money they had earned that day.
"If today's number exceeds this, oh my god, Qiao Qiao, I won't be leading artists anymore. I'll just follow you and do odd jobs. I'm happy to work hard. At least there's something to eat."
Irene is probably tired of being poor. She has eaten instant noodles that cost 70 cents a bag until she vomited. Of course, she doesn't want to go back to that kind of life.
Everyone saw Irene stretching out a hand and waving it back and forth, implying that if she could earn 500 yuan, she would sell her body.
Niu Tingting and Xiong Tianjiao couldn't help but complain, "Are you satisfied with 500 yuan? Look at your lack of ambition. Did you know that my mom prepared 500 yuan worth of fruit yesterday?"
Not only were all the fruits sold out today, but not even a spoonful of milk tea powder was left.
"Yes, yes, Qiao Qiao, are we going to fight all night long tonight?"
The two people rushed to ask questions, and finally stumped Wu Qiao.
If we work so hard every day for twenty days, we may not be able to persist.
Especially the issue of raw materials. Making milk tea is a bit time-consuming, and she is the only one who knows how to do it, as well as making cakes, etc.
Thinking of this, Wu Qiao suddenly felt a headache.
"Let's eat first and then make arrangements after dinner."
He didn't even count the money and invited everyone to eat.
After a busy afternoon, the little food I had was already digested.
Especially those present here, both men and women, have big stomachs.
"People say birds of a feather flock together. I think we're brought together by fate because we can eat."
Looking at the table full of empty plates, Niu Tingting burped ungracefully.
"But Aunt Rong's cooking skills are really good, and the food she makes is delicious."
Jiang Rong smiled helplessly after being praised, and stood up to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Wu Qiao.
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