Chapter 341: Bickering with An Xiaoqi is a lot of fun
An Xiaoqi was secretly amused. No wonder Mo Li felt unhappy. He, a billionaire CEO, was allowed to be a model for such affordable clothes. Naturally, he was unhappy.
"Not bad!" An Xiaoqi nodded, ignoring Mo Li's beard and glare, and paid the boss eighty yuan.
One day's income only leaves about 100 yuan.
Mo Li deliberately sneered at the side: "Yesterday I only spent eighty-two yuan, and someone was going to die! It's better for me, I spent two hundred yuan in a short time!"
"Can this be the same?" An Xiaoqi was actually very distressed, but her words were very harsh, "What I bought are all necessities, and what you bought are all luxuries!"
Mo Li almost burst out laughing: Is there such a thing as an eighty-yuan luxury item in this world?
Bickering with An Xiaoqi is endless fun!
The two quarreled and quarreled. When they returned home, it was so dark that they couldn't even see their fingers.
An Xiaoqi stewed the pig's trotters soup first, and then started to do other things
Because tomorrow is "big business", An Xiaoqi doesn't dare to do it in the morning like usual, she has to prepare in advance
She had selected the dishes and prepared the noodles, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the pig's trotter soup has been stewed, sprinkle some salt, and An Xiaoqi serves it out
Looking at the bowl of white pig's trotter soup, An Xiaoqi didn't even want to taste it because it felt so unpalatable.
But Mo Li was sitting in the yard, holding a basin of soup and drinking it with gusto.
Seeing An Xiaoqi still busy in the kitchen, Mo Li sighed in his heart: This is the taste of home! The taste of home that he has been looking forward to for many years!
He is really enjoying his life now!
After drinking a large bowl of pig's trotter soup, Mo Li couldn't take another mouthful of food.
An Xiaoqi had a simple dinner by herself. The busy day was finally over.
Because after listening to Mo Li's ghost story, An Xiaoqi no longer dared to sleep alone in this quiet old city.
Mo Li is still sleeping on the wicker chair
In fact, while he was enjoying the taste of home, he also felt a little sorry for An Xiaoqi. She was too tired these days.
So Mo Li was very conscious at night and told her many sweet stories until she gradually fell asleep with those stories...
At about ten o'clock the next morning, An Xiaoqi set out with a large bucket full of tadpole noodles. This large bucket could hold almost 700 bowls.
Although Murray analyzed that it would be no problem to sell a thousand bowls a day at the entrance of the thermal power plant, An Xiaoqi still did not dare to take too many risks.
They were newcomers, and all the good seats were taken by others. An Xiaoqi had no choice but to set up her business in a relatively remote area.
Mo Li repeated his old tricks. He leaned on crutches and sat down ten meters away from An Xiaoqi, admiring An Xiaoqi's business.
The group of workers yesterday kept their word. They brought more people to eat tadpole noodles.
In one noon, An Xiaoqi sold three hundred bowls
Now she holds six hundred yuan in her hand!
Haha, the sesame seeds are really blooming! An Xiaoqi proudly waved the thick stack of banknotes in her hand at Mo Li
Mo Li is also very happy
He couldn't explain why. In the past, this amount of money was not even a small change to him, but now he feels that it is really a huge amount of money.
The sense of accomplishment that he had not had for a long time was actually inflated by these few hundred yuan.
Of course, his greatest sense of accomplishment is that he is now living with his most beloved girl!