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At noon, Bi Yue ate, talked, and laughed with everyone in the store. Everything seemed normal.
But when she and Liang Xiaoxiao appeared in the store again after school in the evening, even the heartless Bi Chengdu found that his sister seemed to be sick, with pale lips and red face.
It can only be considered as the first day of opening. Yesterday was only half a day. It is not like the old food stalls that are not noticeable from the outside. Once I entered the room, the hall was bustling with people. There were only a few tables of customers but it felt like there were a lot of people!
Even Zhao Shugen had to wear an apron and go from table to table to add charcoal to people, and then he had to busy himself with lighting the fire.
Bi Yue wanted to take off her coat and offered her help, but Liang Xiaoxiao grabbed her and shook her head. "She's got a low-grade fever, and she's still showing off!" She also sprained her ankle. "They shouldn't have come. They should have just gone home. They're just trying to make money like that!"
Zhao Dashan wiped the lard off his hands with his apron. Listening to Bi Cheng asking his sister if she had a cold, he bent down and came out of the kitchen. Standing in front of Bi Yue, he asked with concern, "What's wrong?" He then looked at Liang Xiaoxiao in confusion.
What was Liang Xiaoxiao's mindset now? She felt that Zhao Dashan's efforts were in vain, and that his concern was just a waste of time. It was just intuition, a woman's sixth sense!
With a changed mindset, Liang Xiaoxiao no longer felt jealous of Zhao Dashan's concern for Bi Yue. She nodded obediently and said,
"Yeah, she's really sick. She didn't sleep all night last night." She held back the words that something happened at home.
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Zhao Dashan carried a large slab of spare ribs, pork skin, and bean sprouts on his shoulders and in his hands. He didn't care about himself and just wore a single sweater. He followed Bi Yue and Liang Xiaoxiao all the way until they put all the things in the taxi. Then he turned around and ran back to the hotel to continue his work.
This was how he cared for Bi Yue. He knew Bi Yue loved to eat spare ribs, so when the meat was available, he would always make an appointment with the owner who sold pig heads. Sometimes he couldn't buy them, so he would make mutton soup or big bone soup. He would remember everything Bi Yue nodded in approval after taking a bite.
Not only did he bring food and drinks, he also sent Bi Yue to a taxi. Zhao Dashan walked into the house, glanced at Bi Cheng, pondered for a moment, and waved his hand, ordering:
"Xiaoxiao is not very good at cooking. Your sister is still cooking. You can go home and stew the pork ribs. We can do it ourselves here!" They also sent a "chef" to her.
Zhao Dashan, who had good intentions and was thinking about Bi Yue, didn't know that many of the spare ribs he had queued up for so long had ended up in the mouth of a man named Chu...
(No updates today! After midnight tonight, Taozi will update eleven chapters until midnight tomorrow night. Twelve updates will be made on the day the book goes on sale on June 1st, and eleven updates will be made on the last day of June. I hope everyone will read along tomorrow. Thank you to all the book friends who have supported me this month.) (To be continued.)
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