Lin Xiaoxiao had just folded Lin Rui's clothes and walked out of the room when she saw a tall figure walking in. He blocked most of the light from the doorway.
When Lin Xiaoxiao saw who was coming, she froze for a moment. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not mistaken, and almost ran away in panic.
Was he here to take her to the car wash? Or to ask for gas money? Or money for clothes? Or was he just here to vent his anger by scolding her?
The more Lin Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more panicked she became. She wondered which possibility would be easier for her to accept.
My mind raced, and I finally decided to strike first.
She feigned composure and chuckled, "Um, I almost forgot. I haven't paid for yesterday's clothes and gas yet. I'm so sorry to have you run all this way here in person! I'll get it for you right away..."
Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.
Xiao Yanjun glanced at her face and said, "I'm not here to ask for money."
Lin Xiaoxiao froze: "..."
You're not here to ask for money, and you're not here to beat anyone, right?
"You...are you here to cause trouble because I soiled your car yesterday?"
If she sticks her head out, she will be in danger. If she hides her head, she will be in danger. She might as well admit her mistake generously and be known as someone who dares to do and take responsibility for her mistakes.
She stated, "Yesterday I wanted to clean the car myself, but you were driving too fast and I didn't have the chance."
The desire to survive was very strong. A smile flashed in Xiao Yanjun's eyes, but his expression remained serious. "I didn't come here today for this matter."
“…”
Lin Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't asked for trouble, why hadn't he told her earlier? He came to her house with such a serious face. How could he have scared her? Fortunately, she had just managed to hold back and didn't get scared. Otherwise, she would have been so embarrassed.
But why did he come to see her?
"So why are you here?"
"Let me discuss a business with you."
"Talking about business?" Lin Xiaoxiao was a little surprised. The situation turned around too quickly. "What kind of business are you in?"
"Open a restaurant."
He's the restaurant owner? "That restaurant yesterday, is it you who opened it?"
"Um."
"You want me to be your chef?"
Xiao Yanjun raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone showing undisguised contempt, "Do you have that ability?"
It’s not that Xiao Yanjun looks down on Lin Xiaoxiao, but Lin Xiaoxiao is a girl. Being a chef is not an easy job, and with her small body, she simply cannot cook for a long time.
Who are you looking down on?
Now that she knew Xiao Yanjun wasn't looking for trouble, but seemed to need her for something, Lin Xiaoxiao wasn't so scared anymore and felt more confident. "...Then what business do you want to discuss with me?"
At present, the only thing she knows how to cook snails is how Xiao Yanjun would be interested, right?
Xiao Yanjun got straight to the point: "The chef at the church shop is going to cook snails. I ask you to bring as many as you want."
Just ask for anything? That's a huge investment, and the bait is tempting enough!
Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to see a large amount of RMB flying towards her. The expression on her face was one of unconcealable joy. Her eyes were rolling around, as if she was thinking about what kind of request would be most beneficial to her.
"Since you said so, I'll really mention it."
Xiao Yanjun nodded.
Lin Xiaoxiao said directly, straightforwardly and generously, "I don't want apprenticeship fees."
Xiao Yanjun seemed a little surprised, with a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes, but he also inexplicably felt that this seemed reasonable. He had long discovered that this girl was shrewd and had a shrewdness that did not match her age.
He motioned Lin Xiaoxiao to continue.
"I have only one request. After I teach your chef how to cook snails, you must buy all your snails from me. Even if other places can make them cheaper than mine, you cannot buy from anyone else."
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