Wang Peng chuckled, left the classroom, and went to the school gate, where he saw his cousin sitting on a stool reading a book.
"Pengdi, it's class time, why are you out here?" Li Fang asked hurriedly.
"I'm going to buy some things. Where are my second uncle and the others?" Wang Peng asked.
"Come to our house, clean up for us, and steam the rice for tomorrow," Li Fang said.
Wang Peng likes to use leftover rice to make fried rice, so he steams the rice in advance.
"Sister Fang, you should go home too. There's not much business at this time," Wang Peng said.
Li Fang shook her head, "I have nothing to do when I go back, so I'll stay a little longer and sell as many as I can."
The rice left in the car can make ten servings of fried rice.
"Okay, whatever makes you happy." Wang Peng could only go along with her, appreciating his cousin's diligence.
He walked to the People's Department Store and spent 700 yuan on a Montblanc T-shirt, an APC denim jacket, Apple brand jeans, and Li-Ning 937 basketball shoes.
Apart from the basketball shoes, everything else is a high-quality replica. If I were to buy all the genuine products, it would cost more than three thousand yuan, which is not necessary for now.
Passing by a bicycle shop, Wang Peng suddenly didn't want to walk anymore.
I gritted my teeth and bought a Merida Ride 93 road bike, finally spending all 1,200 yuan.
A complete makeover, a fresh new look, and then a messy, tousled hairstyle at the hair salon.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a young man full of energy.
The female owner of the hair salon gave him a thumbs up, "Young man, you're really good-looking, and you're dressed so nicely. You're sure to hook up with a lot of girls."
"Is this a compliment?" Wang Peng laughed, gave her 50 cents for the haircut, and rode his bike back to school.
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