Chapter 374 Dividing Perilla and Jujube
"Manager Wan..."
Duan Shuhong walked towards Wan Qiqi and Tao Ran.
The children behind him were startled when they heard Duan Shuhong address Pingping's mother.
Manager Wan?
Which Manager Wan?
At this moment, Pingping walked towards the school carrying the bag of snacks given to her by Wan Qiqi, feeling sweet inside.
In the past, his mother wouldn't let him tell his classmates about his family background, but now his mother is bringing him food on her own initiative, which means there's no need to hide it anymore!
And Mother brought so much food!
He had just reached the school gate when he was pulled inside by the people standing there.
"Yunqian, is that your mother?"
The man asked, his expression showing a hint of astonishment.
Pingping nodded.
"Aren't you from Lotus Village? Why is your mother dressed so nicely?"
An'an explained, "Mother needs to do business, so she can't wear tattered clothes."
Since starting her business, Wan Qiqi has changed her clothes to dresses made of fine cloth and wears a silver hairpin given to her by Chen Yongnian.
From any angle, she didn't look like a woman from the countryside; she looked more like a woman from a wealthy family.
"I heard Master Duan call your mother Manager Wan. Where does your mother manage things? What does she do...?"
Faced with a barrage of questions, An'an frowned.
Does it matter?
Why are these people asking about their mother?
Wu Choudan squeezed through the crowd, pulled Pingping out from against the wall, and said, "Pingping's mother is a villager from our village, so please don't ask any questions!"
Pingping nodded and said, "My mother is nothing special."
No way! Mother is the most special and the best.
Pingping squeezed through the crowd, sat down in her seat, and brought the bag of snacks Wan Qiqi had given her.
What came into view were some dark-colored candied fruits.
Pingping's eyes lit up, and she swallowed hard, as if she could already taste the flavor of perilla and jujube.
He looked at Wu Choudan intently, handed him a piece, and said, "Choudan, you should try this. My mother makes this so delicious!"
Wu Choudan held it and looked at it for a long time, not knowing what it was, but still took a small bite.
The sweet and sour taste filled my mouth, with a hint of sweetness.
"Delicious!" He smiled, his eyes crinkling.
Because of this, the others couldn't help but stare at the bag of snacks in Pingping's hand, wanting to taste what good stuff it was.
Not far away, Feng Zheng's little follower also noticed what Pingping was holding.
"Hiss~ That looks like perilla and jujube."
"Impossible, right? Didn't they stop selling that stuff after Xiangmingxuan was changed to Xinglong Restaurant?"
"Didn't you notice? His mother is Manager Wan, isn't the female manager of Xinglong Restaurant surnamed Wan?"
"That's right! I heard my father say that Manager Wan's husband's surname is Chen... Chen something..."
"Chen Yunqian also has the surname Chen! Could he be the son of Manager Wan of Xinglong Restaurant?"
"Isn't Master Wan his uncle...?"
After this discussion and explanation, the henchmen finally understood why Master Wan always showed up to help them whenever they caused trouble for Chen Yunqian!
So they're bullying Master Wan's nephew...
"However, those perilla and jujubes are really delicious; my father bought some for me to eat!"
"Me too."
"I heard that perilla and jujube are not cheap!"
"Isn't the point that there's nothing left to sell now?" a wealthy young man asked.
The others nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
I really want to eat it...
But given how much they bullied Chen Yunqian before, would he give him food?
Everyone else has it, so they should have it too, right?
Can't we just grab it by force?
The perilla and jujube completely attracted the attention of these rich young men, who were completely unaware that Feng Zheng's face had darkened.
"What's so great about it? It's just perilla and jujubes," Feng Zheng grumbled, feeling very unhappy.
Then Pingping came over with a half-empty snack bag and said to the people who had just been craving something, "These are perilla and jujubes made by my mom. One piece for each person, there aren't any more!"
He carefully divided a piece of the dough into portions for each person.
The little followers lined up, each eyeing Pingping with longing, hoping he would give them a bigger piece.
For some reason, they suddenly found Pingping not so bad, and even quite cute.
Just now, her voice was still a bit childish.
Her cheeks were fair and tender, like a baby's.
Pingping had no idea that he had won people's hearts with a piece of perilla and sour jujube.
He was still calculating in his mind who else hadn't been given food, and whether he himself had any left to eat.
When it came to the end, he only had one piece left, and Feng Zheng was the only one in the whole class who didn't get one!
Pingping looked at the only piece of perilla jujube in the bag. He hesitated for a long time before finally handing it over.
His mother told him to share it with his friends, not a single one less.
He can ask his mother for it when he gets home.
But not everyone can have it, except for Feng Zheng.
Even if he doesn't like Feng Zheng!
Feng Zheng was stunned for a moment, not expecting Pingping to give it to him.
There was only one piece left, but he hadn't eaten any himself and was giving some to himself!
Feng Zheng's astonished expression gradually turned into anger, and then flushed red.
He reached out and slapped the perilla and jujubes to the ground, scolding, "Who wants your food! Don't try to win people over with food, I'm not buying it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the perilla and jujubes on the ground, stomped on them, and rubbed them vigorously a few times.
When he lifted his foot again, the perilla and jujube had been crushed and were covered in mud.
Pingping stared at the trampled perilla and jujubes, her mood somewhat depressed.
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