After school at noon, Wang Peng immediately went outside the school to sell fried rice with eggs.
Just then, two students came to buy some. He put on a mask, changed into a chef's uniform, picked up a large ladle, and started cooking.
After the fried rice was cooked, Li Fang packed it up and delivered it to them, saying, "Students, if you like it, come again next time."
The two students were a little shy and didn't say anything. They paid the money and left.
"Fang-jie, what kind of boy do you like?" Wang Peng asked her softly. "Let me put it this way, what kind of man do you want to marry in the future?"
"Why are you asking this out of the blue?" Li Fang asked somewhat awkwardly.
A few seconds later, she whispered, "I've wanted to be a teacher since I was little, and if possible, I'd like to marry a teacher."
Wang Peng scratched his head. There was no escaping it now. What sparks would fly when the couple from their past lives met again in this life?
...
School cafeteria.
Countless students carried stainless steel lunchboxes into the cafeteria.
Du Lei used a pound of meal tickets to buy two steamed buns and a serving of stir-fried celery, and squatted in the restaurant to eat.
There were no tables in the restaurant, so people put their lunchboxes on the floor and gathered in groups of three or five to share their food.
Du Lei picked up a stalk of celery, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and immediately frowned.
"Boiled celery in plain water, huh? And there are even celery leaves, fuck you!" he cursed.
I've never eaten such terrible stir-fried celery in my life.
Looking up, she saw Du Jian from the same village and hurriedly stopped him with her rice bowl, saying, "Brother Jian, I just got my food. Give me a pound of food coupons, and I'll let you have it."
Du Jian, a high school sophomore, knew that steamed buns plus celery equaled one jin (500g) of tickets.
There were many people queuing for food, but he didn't want to wait in line, so he took out his food coupons from his pocket.
"Lei Zi, I only have nine taels of meal tickets, that's not enough."
"Nine taels it is." Du Lei poured the vegetables into his bowl and stuffed the steamed bun into his hand.
After taking his meal ticket, he went outside the cafeteria to wash dishes, then ran out of the school with the bowl in his hand.
One and a half jin of wheat costs 1.2 yuan, which can only be exchanged for one jin of meal tickets, but Wang Peng's fried rice only costs one yuan.
"Damn it, I'll ask my classmate to exchange the meal tickets for cash later, so I can eat with Brother Peng from now on," he cursed.
When he arrived at the gate, he was stunned again; the area in front of the food cart was packed with students.
Wang Peng used two large woks to stir-fry at the same time, making five portions of fried rice in one wok.
There was a basin of water next to the food cart. Du Lei washed his hands, helped beat eggs, and diced radishes.
Li Fang was in charge of collecting money and packing, and the three siblings were extremely busy.
The lunch break is two hours long, and business slows down after 1 p.m.
That's how the restaurant business is; it's only busy during two or three mealtimes, and nobody wants to wait on an empty stomach.
"Give me one, with two eggs." Chen Xiaojing ran over and complained, "The food in the cafeteria is awful."
"Yes, I bought a plate of stir-fried celery, without a drop of oil, and sold it to my fellow villager," Du Lei couldn't help but say.
"Is it that exaggerated?" Wang Peng laughed. "Has your cousin eaten yet?"
“She lives nearby, she’ll eat at home.” Chen Xiaojing blinked her doe eyes. “You want to pursue my cousin?”
"Nonsense, you're all just young girls in my eyes," Wang Peng said disdainfully, his mask on.
"You're just a kid too, humph." Chen Xiaojing said, hands on his hips, eyes wide, a man who wouldn't stand a chance.
"Okay, we're all just young punks." Wang Peng was amused by her.
Suddenly, Wang Peng saw Dong Biao.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then Dong Biao turned and left, wanting to make sure Wang Peng wouldn't neglect his studies because of the fried rice.
"Wang Peng, don't underestimate Dong Biao. He ranked 38th in the Pingcheng County high school entrance exam," Chen Xiaojing whispered a reminder.
"Your cousin Mengjiao told me, don't worry, I won't lose to him." Wang Peng could already feel the pressure.
Four servings of fried rice were cooked, and the four of them sat behind the food cart, eating and chatting.
Wang Peng opened the drawer, took out his cousin's account book, and looked at the twenty-two tally marks with a smile.
When Du Lei and Chen Xiaojing returned to school, he opened the money box to count his earnings, which came to exactly 110 yuan, a profit of about 66 yuan.
"Pengdi!" Li Fang beamed. "I only sold five portions before the students left school. We're going to make a fortune!"
"You're still a long way from getting rich." Wang Peng handed her two hundred yuan. "This is your salary from last month."
Although we didn't officially open for business last month, we did a lot of preparatory work, so of course we have to pay salaries.
There was a small stationery shop next door, and Wang Peng went in to buy notebooks, ballpoint pens, and other tools.
I put the rest of the money in my pocket and felt very happy.
If business continues to be this good, he will be able to buy a house in the county within two years at most.
"Wang Peng? Is it really you?" Class teacher Chen Qingshu suddenly appeared in front of the dining car.
"Class teacher," Wang Peng quickly stood up, "you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook you some."
"Okay, one yuan, right?" Chen Qingshu took out a coin. "Aren't you worried about your studies if you do this?"
"No, my cousin usually does all the work. I only come here to help out for a while after school at noon and in the afternoon," Wang Peng said.
He turned around and asked his cousin to crack an extra egg, noticing that her face was a little red and she was stealing glances at Chen Qingshu.
"Holy crap, love at first sight, huh?" Wang Peng pushed his cousin's hand. "Don't just stand there, get two eggs for the homeroom teacher."
"Huh? Oh!" Li Fang quickly bent down to pick up the eggs.
Chen Qingshu found Li Fang's behavior somewhat strange. "You are Wang Peng's cousin. You should urge him to study more often and not let business interfere with his studies."
"Yes, teacher." Li Fang's voice was soft, and a little cheesy.
Wang Peng suppressed a laugh; it seemed that love at first sight really did exist in this world.
Chen Qingshu didn't pay much attention to Li Fang. After the fried rice was ready, he sat down next to the food cart and started eating.
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