The two sisters were wearing very fashionable shoes and clothes; they were clearly city girls.
Wang Cheng had noticed them earlier and walked over to strike up a conversation, "Hi, are you also freshmen?"
Li Mengjiao nodded and turned away, ignoring him.
Because Wang Cheng had just stared at him, Chen Xiaojing felt displeased and his eyes showed contempt.
This slight contempt hurt Wang Cheng's pride; he thought Chen Xiaojing looked down on his tattered clothes.
His shoes and clothes were all made by his mother. She didn't care about looking good, only about practicality; they were incredibly rustic.
Wang Cheng returned to Wang Song's side and said, "Dad, I'll go buy my older brother's fried rice."
"I won't buy it." Wang Song gave him twenty yuan for living expenses, "Spend it sparingly, we're out of money at home."
He had already used the wheat from his home to exchange for a month's worth of meal tickets for Wang Cheng.
"Dad, you're so good to me."
"My elder brother is unfilial, but I will be filial to you."
“What’s so great about selling fried rice? I’ll definitely earn more money than him in the future.”
Wang Song felt a warmth in his heart and took out another ten yuan to give him.
He went bankrupt trying to get his second son to attend the No. 1 Middle School, but his son was considerate, and he didn't regret it.
"Study hard and don't let me down," Wang Song said.
"Don't worry, I guarantee I'll be in the top 100 in the first monthly exam." Wang Cheng quietly put the thirty yuan into his pocket.
He looked at Wang Peng with a defiant gaze. "The squeaky wheel gets the grease. When will you ever understand that?"
Looking at the busy Wang Peng, Wang Song felt a mix of emotions. He sighed and pulled the cart home.
...
Next to the food truck.
Chen Xiaojing whispered, "There was an old man staring at you the whole time. I think he's crazy."
“Yes, his mind is indeed not quite right.” Wang Peng had already noticed this about Wang Song and his son.
"Xiao Jing, are you full? Shall I treat you to another bowl?"
"Free? Then I must have another bowl!" Chen Xiaojing patted his stomach.
Wang Peng cooked her another bowl. This girl is a top student; he can ask her for help with any learning difficulties she encounters in the future.
When Wang Peng was making fried rice, he added two eggs, which made Chen Xiaojing clap her hands with joy.
Wang Cheng grew angrier the more he looked, and gradually clenched his teeth.
"You bitches, you ignore me but then you go all over Wang Peng? What does he have that I don't?"
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