The girl held a small plate and handed it over a plate of fried and roasted yellow tofu. There was a strong aroma of beans in the air.

"I didn't bring any money!" He was amused and refused.

"Young Master Mo is too polite to ask me for money."

She forced the plate in her hand into his hand and smiled, "Master Mo gave me a donkey and so much food."

"I am a person who repays kindness. From now on, if you come over, you can eat breakfast provided by my family for free."

Xia Qianqian shouted and urged: "Yuanbao, give Mr. Mo a bucket of soy milk."

"Okay!"

Yuan Bao pulled out a bamboo tube from the hot water bucket and handed it to him respectfully, "Master Mo, please take it."

Ji Zimo silently took the soy milk and took a sip.

Today's soy milk has a richer flavor than yesterday.

He drank the soy milk she prepared once, and took the remaining soy milk to the cook to make it accordingly.

But the people in the kitchen can't produce such a delicate and rich feeling.

The man who has been working as a chef for many years said bluntly, "It is impossible to grind thick soy milk as fine and silky as possible with a stone mill."

Those things that the chefs can't do, why can't she do it one by one!

Poke a piece of fried tofu with a small bamboo skewer and put it in your mouth.

In addition to the aroma of beans, there is also an indescribable feeling on the tip of the tongue, "What did you put on this tofu?"

"Barbecue ingredients." Xia Qianqian answered his question, but looked at the movement outside the college.

She arrived early and was just in time to heat up the oil and fry the tofu. This was the peak time for students to enter the school, and many students from nearby areas came together.

The opportunity has come.

Xia Qianqian came back to her senses and turned to Ji Zimo with a bright smile, like a sunflower facing the sun.

"Mr. Mo, you really like the fried tofu I made!" She deliberately raised her voice and shouted excitedly.

Ji Zimo: "..." He seems to have not judged yet.

“It’s delicious, come here often!”

Xia Qianqian explained to herself: "I have many kinds of breakfast here. From tomorrow on, I will make it for you in different ways, ensuring that you are satisfied."

"What?"

Ji Zimo didn't speak at all, but she pretended not to hear clearly.

He leaned forward, put his ear close to his, and shouted loudly, lest others could not hear clearly: "You like to eat fried candy cakes. OK, OK! I will make them for you tomorrow."

Ji Zimo: "..." She really knows how to act.

The students passing by were naturally attracted by the rare scene at the door and stopped one after another.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Xia Qianqian lowered her voice and urged: "Okay, Mr. Mo, you can go."

This handsome guy acted as an advertisement, and she used it flexibly for a while.

Ji Zimo knew he had been deceived, but he held the food in his hand and smiled helplessly.

Turn around, carry your things, and stride towards the college.

Mr. Mo, who doesn’t like the fireworks of the world, loves to eat fried tofu, which must be very delicious.

"I'll take one too."

"I'll give it a try too!"

"I'll have a bucket of soy milk!"

"I want both!"

"..."

Suddenly, a group of female students gathered around and started ordering food.

Xia Qianqian couldn't help being happy, and quickly prepared food for everyone, while Yuan Bao on the side started collecting copper coins.

One wave of students left, and another wave came.

As soon as the students left, the soldiers who came off the shift also ran over and gathered around the stall.

Soldiers eat a lot, and each person will have two or three portions of fried tofu.

In two sticks of incense, all the tofu in the three grinding tools were sold, and the soy milk in the wooden barrel was also finished.

Uncle Wang had never seen someone so good at business, and he couldn't help but give Xia Qianqian a thumbs up, "Girl, you are really capable."

Xia Qianqian took off her apron, packed up the small stove and other items, put them on the bullock cart, and said: "Uncle Wang, I will trouble you to send my things back. I will pay the fare for you."

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"Silly girl, if you say this, you will be out of touch."

Uncle Wang really wants to help this girl.

I have lived for such a long time, but I don’t know when I followed this girl. Unknowingly, my life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was overjoyed.

Uncle Wang drove the ox cart away.

Xia Qianqian tidied her clothes, turned around and headed towards the college with Yuan Bao.

Mo Yan stood waiting at the door next to him. When he saw them coming in, he waved and said, "I heard you were selling fried tofu at the gate this morning. It's very delicious."

Xia Qianqian nodded, took out a paper box from the basket on her back, and handed it to her, "I keep this specially for you, sir, please give it a try."

Mo Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and across the paper, his palms felt warm, and his heart felt warm too.

This girl never flinches when something happens and she fights for her reasons.

I never thought that she would be so warm-hearted on weekdays.

How could he eat fried tofu sent by a poor child for free?

Every piece of tofu money sold will be used for her repairs for the next month.

Don’t eat for free.

"Just wait."

Mo Yan turned around and entered the room, put the tofu on the table, opened the drawer and searched for it.

In a hurry, a book on the table fell to the ground.

Xia Qianqian bent down to pick it up, looked at the cover, and her mouth twitched.

It is a handwritten version of "Journey to the West".

She silently put the book on the table and stood with her hands bare.

Mo Yandong looked around and finally found a money bag. He took out five copper coins and handed them over, "Take it."

Xia Qianqian said no, "Today is my first time setting up a stall. Mr. Mo helped me a lot. I'll treat you."

The more generous she behaved, the more uneasy Mo Yan felt.

He forced the copper plate to her and warned: "If you don't accept the copper plate, how can you eat with confidence, sir? Take it."

Xia Qianqian stopped refusing and accepted the copper plate.

But why do I feel that I am buying and selling by force?

"Sir, let's go first."

"Okay!" Mo Yan waved his hand.

The fried tofu on the table smells so good, and when you take a bite, it is full of flavor and makes you feel particularly comfortable.

He was so happy that he actually forgot that he was standing at the door today to warn Xia Qianqian and his sister.

Nianxianyuan in the backyard is a forbidden area of ​​Zhuxian Academy, so don’t go there.

Xia Qianqian delivered the ingot to the door of the flower-character class, and then went to the Gui-zi class.

Along the way, she met many students who all looked at her with scrutiny, and some even pointed at her and whispered.

She pretended not to see it and walked straight over.

Amidst the various discussions, she vaguely heard, "Mr. Zhu was carrying a salary with bare arms and was caught in the wind and cold last night. He lay in bed and couldn't get out of bed. I heard that it was this student who did it."

Zhu Zirong was willing to admit defeat and fell ill. How could this debt be placed on her?

She won’t take the blame.

All the way to the flower-character class, Xia Qianqian lowered her head and walked in. She bowed to the people on the podium and said, "Good morning, Mr. Yu."

In class, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

She looked up and was stunned.
Chapter completed!