A group of people jumped off the bullock cart.

Xia Qianqian propped up the stall and took advantage of the empty stall to fry two fried dough sticks. She moved closer to the outer wall and greeted Mo Yan inside the house, "Mr. Mo, are you repairing the wall of the ear room?"
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Mo Yan was sitting on a stool, listlessly in a daze. Hearing the call, he muttered: "It's to build a door on the wall."

He has been coming to Zhuxian Academy for ten years.

Because I didn’t have much knowledge, I took care of some junior students at first, but gradually I became a janitor.

He is responsible for all the small things in Zhuxian Academy.

This wing is his home.

At this moment, he felt offended by the idea of ​​tearing down walls and building doors.

But the order was given by the dean, and he couldn't change it.

"Mr. Mo, I'll give you some fried dough sticks!"

Xia Qianqian handed over the fried dough sticks wrapped in oil paper and a bamboo bucket of soy milk, "Eat when it's time, drink when it's time. Don't worry so much about repairing the door."

Mo Yan heard the shouting, got up and went to the hole in the wall, took the things, "Xia Xiazi, thank you very much, your soy milk fried dough sticks are really delicious."

Mo Yan is in his forties, never married, and has no children. The monthly salary he saves is enough for him to live on.

But he is a frugal person and can keep things simple in life.

On weekdays, his daily breakfast is very simple.

Brick tea is brewed on the small stove, and a few pancakes bought from the market are eaten for several mornings. Occasionally, they are served with a small plate of pickles and a few peanuts.

"You're welcome, Mr. Mo!" Xia Qianqian said with a smile: "These things are all made by me, and they are not worth a few copper coins. It is my blessing to be liked by Mr. Mo."

Look!

Look at this girl's mouth, it's so sweet, it makes the person who says it feel happy.

Mo Yan likes Xia Qianqian for no reason.

After Xia Qianqian delivered the things, she turned around and came back. Wang Yueyue stood in front of the oil pan, imitating her and frying fried dough sticks.

Two long and thick chopsticks were used to poke two noodles in the pot, watching them expand and turn brown.

Wang Yueyue said happily: "Qianqian, is it like this?"

On weekdays, Wang Yueyue also cooks at home, so she knows everything about cooking.

"Yes."

Xia Qianqian walked to her side and guided: "Don't fry it too darkly, or it will burn."

After she finished speaking, she went to the chopping board aside, started kneading and pulling the noodles, and threw the two prepared noodles into the oil pan.

When two people work together, they naturally work very quickly.

Yuan Bao squatted on the ground and added firewood to the stove.

Uncle Wang was sitting on a bullock cart not far away, smoking a dry pipe slowly.

While the two were busy working, Hu Tang ran over with a smile and stepped forward, "Here comes my master."

"Here, what help do you need from me?" While asking Xia Qianqian for a job, he glanced at Wang Yueyue and frowned displeased: "Who is she?"

Apparently, I was competing with him for work.

Wang Yueyue turned around and met a pair of peach blossom eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she was stunned, "Qianqian, this young master is..."

The young man in front of me can no longer describe his appearance with his handsome features.

Xia Qianqian glanced at Wang Yueyue, then at Hu Tang, and said lightly: "Wang Yueyue, my neighbor and classmate. Hu Tang, Mr. Hu."

Mr. Hu?

Hu Tang was clearly dissatisfied with this title, so he stepped forward and teased: "Shouldn't we use the term best friend between us?"

It may be a little early to use the word "best friend" between two people.

Xia Qianqian smiled faintly, "We can only use our familiarity."

"We are familiar with each other. One day, I will let you call me your best friend willingly."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stack of oil paper, and while wrapping the dough sticks, he hawked: "Here, who wants delicious dough sticks?"

In front of the stall, a woman in pink clothes squeezed over first, smiling like a flower and saying: "I want fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk."

"Miss, you're here again. This dress looks so beautiful today!" Hu Tang greeted the guests with compliments.

Ren Yuan'er blushed with embarrassment, took the things, and glanced at Hu Tang again. She was so happy that she didn't want to leave.

"This student, hurry up and eat aside. The soy milk and fried dough sticks taste better when they are hot." He warned earnestly.

Ren Yuan'er took the lead and stood aside.

Hu Tang then greeted the newcomers, "Female student, how many fried dough sticks would you like?"

His voice is very pleasant, and there are little hooks at the end of his tone, which makes people feel itchy.

Those female students had no power to resist his teasing.

A group of female students rushed forward, and for a while, the supply of fried dough sticks in the oil pan exceeded demand.

At the gate, Mr. Liu looked at the huge crowd in front of the stall and was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

A small snack stall, business is so good.

He was so surprised that he couldn't help but feel sad.

If he had discovered this business opportunity earlier and opened a row of shops nearby, the funds of Zhuxian Academy would not be so tight.

Ouch!

He is just a dean in name only, and he really has no business acumen.

Liu Lao trotted forward, waved to Xia Qianqian from outside the crowd and said, "Xia Qianqian, please give me a breakfast."

As soon as the words fell, a group of female students turned their heads and looked at the dean who was rarely seen in daily life. They were filled with surprise.

"Dean, the students are all lined up here. If you want to eat, you have to queue up." Xia Qianqian explained while throwing fried dough sticks into the pan.

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, then obediently moved to the end of the queue.

The women lined up in front suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Dean, if not, please come in front of me."

"Dean, you are in front of me."

Someone directly handed the fried dough sticks and soy milk they just bought to Mr. Liu, "Dean, you eat first."

Liu Laowang glanced at Xia Qianqian, but did not dare to answer, and replied: "No. In the hospital, I am the dean, but outside the hospital, I am a diner like you. I understand the order of first come, first served."

Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly.

She moved very quickly, and soon it was Mr. Liu's turn.

Handing him two hot fried dough sticks, he lowered his voice and said, "Have you asked for leave?"

"Please?"

"How did you tell Teacher Yu?"

"Take you to see the General."

Xia Qianqian: "..." This person is honest enough.

She made the last dough into fried dough sticks, and Mr. Liu immediately stood aside and said, "Give me these two, too."

"Can you eat that much?"

Mr. Liu glanced aside and said, "Young master will be there later."

Xia Qianqian followed his gaze and saw a carriage with a green tent waiting there under the peach blossom tree in the distance.

She quickly closed the stall, loaded the things onto the bullock cart, and asked Uncle Wang to go first.

He also told Yuanbao to be obedient in school today, and she would pick him up after school.
Chapter completed!