Gu Beibei pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.
The joy of Xin Nandong's arrival just now was also extinguished by his father's few words.
Father Gu didn't say enough.
"You are my son, so what's the point of being at the same table with the bottom one in the grade? Also, your homeroom teacher told me that you ran to the office to yell at other parents because of your deskmate. What about this?"
"A poor student is a poor student. If you can't do it yourself, it's fine, and it will ruin you too! Let me tell you, after the vacation is over, you must immediately change to a deskmate—"
Hearing this, Gu Xibei finally raised his head, and said coldly: "Which class I want to go to and who I want to be at the same table with is my freedom. Also, my deskmate is not as bad as you said, and going to the office is also my own The decision has nothing to do with him."
Gu Beibei seldom contradicted him directly. After being stunned for a while, Gu's father became furious.
"Gu Beibei, what's your attitude? Do you still see me as a father?"
Gu's mother tugged at Gu Beibei's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Son, a hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, so please apologize to your father."
Gu Beibei stiffened his neck and refused to bow his head.
Father Gu was so angry that he slammed his chopsticks on the table and went upstairs without looking back.
The atmosphere in the restaurant condensed into ice.
Gu's mother sighed secretly, then smiled and pulled Gu Xibei to sit down in front of the table, and opened the insulated box.
"This wonton is delicious! Son, your tablemate is really good at cooking! Come and taste it, is it delicious?"
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In the hot air, Gu Xibei's expression was blurred.
After a long time, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a wonton and ate it, and said in a low voice, "Mmm, it's delicious."
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The next day, Jiang Yan got up early.
When he came to the living room, Tian Jiafang had already packed up.
Seeing Jiang Yan, he said, "Nandong, I can go by myself, you should study at home. You are in the third year of high school, and the time is tight and the tasks are heavy, so don't waste it on it."
Jiang Yan insisted: "It's just the morning time, and it won't take long. This is the first time you have a stall, mom, so I can rest assured that I will always be there."
Tian Jiafang didn't say anything more.
When the two packed up and came to the food court, some stalls were already ready.
Jiang Yan and Tian Jiafang approached the management of the square. The management yawned and knocked on the sign hanging next to them.
"It's only 200 yuan in the morning, from 7:00 to 10:30. The total is 1400 yuan for seven days. Cash or QR code are fine."
Tian Jiafang took out fourteen crumpled hundred-yuan bills from her wallet, rubbed them distressedly for a while, and then reluctantly handed them to the manager.
After the manager issued the invoice, he took a look at the school uniform Jiang Yan was wearing.
"Are you a high school student? What are you two renting this booth to sell?"
Jiang Yan said: "Wonton."
"How much is a bowl?" The manager smacked his lips, "I haven't eaten wontons for a long time, and I suddenly want to eat them."
Jiang Yan said: "Thirty yuan."
"What?"
The manager narrowed his eyes.
Looking at Jiang Yan and Tian Jiafang's eyes is like looking at a lunatic.
"Are you gold wontons or silver wontons? Why are they so expensive? Thirty yuan a bowl, are you trying to steal money? I advise you, it's better to reset the price. Such expensive wontons, It is impossible to sell!"
After leaving the management office, Tian Jiafang hesitated.
"Nandong, why don't we lower the price a bit? Others' wontons are priced at five or eight yuan. Let's sell them for thirty yuan. It's really too expensive."