Wang Qiaoru instantly gained confidence. She said, "There's no time to lose. I'll go to the paper mill right now and negotiate. The paper bowls can be made sooner, and I can earn more money."
Having said that, she stood up.
Gou Suisui tore a piece of paper from the draft book under the book.
With just a few strokes, the shape of a paper bowl was drawn, and the name of Wang Qiaoru's stall was written on the bowl: Qiaomiao Rice Stall.
It is just an ordinary paper bowl shape, but since it didn’t exist in that era, it looks novel.
She finished the painting and handed it to Wang Qiaoru.
Wang Qiaoru took it and looked at it, and immediately fell in love with it.
"This bowl is really nice. Sui Sui, did you write the name of my stall on it?"
Gou Suisui smiled and nodded, "Since we are going to make paper bowls, let's make ones with names on them.
I buy food or shaved ice from you.
Others will think it's delicious, and once someone asks where you bought it, they'll naturally remember it after seeing the name."
Wang Qiaoru happily took the drawings and left.
The paper mill disagreed at first, but she gradually put forward conditions.
Then I successfully placed an order for paper bowls from the paper factory, and if I need them later, I can order more.
After returning, Wang Qiaoru wanted to give the 200 yuan she earned from selling the idea to Gou Suisui.
I don’t collect any money every year, “just consider it my investment.”
This year's college entrance examination was held over three consecutive days.
Physics, chemistry, history and geography were separated.
We took the exam together last year.
After the test, about twenty students from cram schools rushed to the courtyard impatiently, just to check their answers.
When I arrived, I saw desks placed in the yard, connected together to form a long table.
There were rice bowls on the table and watermelon fruit in the middle of the table.
Seeing them coming, Tan Wenqing greeted them, "Don't just stand there, and don't be too busy checking answers. I'll give you something to cool you down today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gou Suisui helped Wang Qiaoru bring out the smoothie.
"What I'm saying is, it's not you who did it, this is all Sister Qiaoru's craftsmanship." Gou Suisui retorted to him.
Tan Wenqing agreed with a smile, turned around and diligently helped Wang Qiaoru serve the things.
Even when he was given the cold shoulder, he remained cheerful and even became more attentive.
It was the first time for the students in the cram school to see Tan Wenqing smiling so friendly outside of class.
Yes, during class, Tan Wenqing showed his great enthusiasm.
He is also a very serious and responsible teacher who is good at teaching.
After class, he rarely smiles except when someone asks him questions.
Privately, students all thought he was difficult to get along with.
I didn't expect to see this side of him again.
The students thought that perhaps they had a big misunderstanding about their teacher?
Wait, it seems like there’s something going on between Teacher Tan and Comrade Wang Qiaoru?
They usually have classes in the courtyard, so why didn't they notice it before? Are they blind?
If Gou Suisui knew what they were thinking, he would probably tell them: No, that’s because you are only focused on studying.
The students were only stunned for a moment, and soon they were actively taking things.
Not long after, Song Yimei also came with her daughter.
Before the college entrance examination, Zhu Hongyun, Ma Tian and Chen Youdi had already returned home.
As for Song Yimei, her husband and daughter are in Beijing, so there is no need for her to go back.
She has been attending cram school since school started, and her husband has also found odd jobs on a construction site.
Children are usually sent to school.
Later, halfway through the semester, they rented a small bungalow near the school for eight dollars a month.
The child no longer has to follow her father to the construction site.
The other teachers didn't come, so only a few of them were there.
"This is to celebrate the completion of everyone's college entrance examination. It's a tradition in our cram school."
After everyone sat together, Tan Wenqing began to speak.
"Tradition? Teacher, aren't we the first batch of students in the cram school?"
A student looked at the several small stoves on the table, on which were placed the boiling red hot pots, and asked while swallowing silently.
Hearing this, Tan Wenqing, Wang Qiaoru and Gou Suisui smiled at each other.
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