“No problem.” Wang Peng took out his ledger and wrote down her name.
"Is your pickled garlic delicious?" Zhang Fengling asked again.
"You'll see tomorrow, my second aunt's pickled garlic is absolutely amazing." Wang Peng gave a thumbs up.
When the school bell rang, he put on his headphones to listen to English tapes and read The Count of Monte Cristo.
After reading the first chapter of the Chinese version, I read the first chapter of the English version and soon encountered unfamiliar words.
"Mengjiao, how do you pronounce this word?" he asked.
Li Mengjiao didn't recognize it either, so she took out an English-Chinese dictionary from the pile of books and quickly looked up the word.
“Go to the bookstore and buy a dictionary; it will be very useful,” she said.
Wang Peng flipped to the back of the dictionary to check the price: fifty-eight yuan a copy.
"Outrageously expensive. I need to save up to buy a house so I can use your dictionary for free, okay?" He chuckled.
Li Mengjiao rolled her eyes at him, "If you keep saying such nasty things, I won't let you use the dictionary."
"Okay, okay, we have a generation gap." Wang Peng knew the problem lay in the "freebie" aspect.
It's 1993 now, and the word "prostitute" isn't very elegant.
The bell rang, and students from other classes came to order food.
In just twenty minutes after class, he served twelve customers and received a prepayment of 120 yuan.
These people are going to great lengths to get pickled garlic for free.
"Brother Peng, you're awesome!" Du Lei gave a thumbs up. "This money is so easy to earn. My dad only earns ten yuan a day working on a construction site."
Wang Peng was also shocked, and laughed, "Actually, I was quite surprised too."
During the second evening self-study session, Zhang Qianqian from Class 8 suddenly walked into Class 1.
She took out two yuan and said, "Make me two servings of fried rice. I'll take them home to eat after school."
"Okay." Wang Peng took the money and put it in the book.
The two blond-haired guys who got beaten up today are Zhang Qianqian's older brother and cousin.
Zhang Qianqian is a day student, so why does she buy food from outside and bring it home?
Is this a recipe for trouble?
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