Male Lead, Let Go of That Female Lead, Let Me Come

Chapter 37:

There is a very lively night market pedestrian street in the east of the city. There was originally a demolition house, but the government's funds were not in place, which led to the delay of the demolition project.

By the end, Wen Han had grown up.

Their stall is a small cart, selling all kinds of fried snacks such as octopus balls, finger cakes, grilled cold noodles, etc. The traffic is not bad, and you can earn more than 1,000 when you are busy at 11 o'clock.

After all, these kinds of snacks are very common in the pedestrian streets of night markets, and a stall is just two steps away, so earning more than 1,000 yuan a night is considered a good profit.

"Have some cold noodles,"

Mother Wen immediately replied, "Okay."

"Is this the QR code?" The customer pointed to the picture on the cart, "How much?"

Mother Wen looked at the configuration, "It's 6 yuan in total."

"Okay, I'll scan it for you."

The mobile phone on the stall car broadcasted "6 yuan has been received".

"Okay, it'll be ready soon," Mother Wen said, and after a while, the cold noodles were ready. "Come on, you can take it."

"Mom, I'm here."

Mother Wen looked over and saw Wen Han put down her schoolbag and put on her apron and came over.

"Why did you come here? You're in the third year of high school. Why don't you come here to read books at home?"

Wen Han turned the grilled sausage over, "It's okay, I know what I'm going to learn, I'll be busy soon, you can't do it alone."

Mother Wen touched Wen Han's face distressedly, "You child."

Wen Han smiled, "It's alright, Mom, here's a guest."

"By the way," Mother Wen said while making hand-made cakes, "by the way, I washed your clothes today, and there is a short sleeve inside that doesn't look like I bought it for you."

Wen Han turned his hands and said, "I accidentally spilled it while drinking water at school. Those are the clothes that my classmates lent me."

"Oh, be careful about drinking water." Mother Wen grabbed the cake and turned to look at Wen Han, "I'll wash it for you, and you'll return it to your classmates when the time comes."

Wen Han nodded and said, "Mmmm."

"Hey, Yaya, isn't that Wen Han at the hand-catching cake stand?"

There was a smile in Zhao Yaya's eyes, and he said in surprise: "Oh, look closely, it's really Wen Han in our class."

"It seems that the post is right, her mother really set up a stall?" It was the boy with a peaked cap who was talking, and he sneered when he saw Wen Han wearing an apron to sell things, "I thought Wen Han was so high. Cold? It's not very gentle to the guests, so Wen Han can laugh? "

When Wen Han was at school, he often had a cold face, didn't smile, didn't speak, and loved to answer.

"Then go and have a look. Everyone is classmates. We used to bring business to others." The girl with dyed yellow hair suggested.

"That's right, let's go over and have a look," the man in the cap said with a smile, "I just want to eat hand-cooked biscuits."

A large group of people walked over to Wen Han.

Wen Han caught a glimpse of a group of people walking over, looked over, and saw that the leader was Zhao Yaya, frowning slightly.

Seeing Wen Han, Zhao Yaya gave her an arrogant smile.

Mother Wen saw a large group of people parked in front of the stall. Although they were dressed maturely, they all seemed to be students, so she greeted, "Classmates, what would you like to eat?"

The yellow-haired girl said first, "Auntie, we are Wen Han's classmates."

When Mother Wen heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "Oh, they are all Wen Han's classmates, are you all?"

The others nodded in response, "Mmmm."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Mother Wen said, "Tell auntie, auntie will invite you to eat."

A gleam of light flashed in the yellow-haired girl's eyes, "Really? Auntie?"

Mother Wen smiled and said, "Of course, what do you want to eat?"

The duck-tongued man grinned and said, "Then we'll be welcome." He turned around and counted the heads, "Auntie, can we eat ten biscuits?"

It takes a long time to make the palm cakes, and it takes more than half an hour for ten finger cakes.

Wen Han glanced at the time. It was 7 o'clock, which happened to be the peak of the night market. There were so many people in front of her stall right now that other guests couldn't get in at all.

"If you want to eat, please stand next to you." Wen Han pointed to the vacant seat next to him.

Zhao Yaya pretended to be aggrieved, "There's **** all around. The white shoes I just bought today will get dirty standing there." She looked at Mother Wen, "Auntie, can't we stand here?"

Mother Wen shook her head: "it's okay, just stand here, it's not easy to clean the little white shoes if they get dirty."

Zhao Yaya smiled smugly, "Thank you auntie."

The duck-tongued man looked at Mother Wen's method of making cakes with hands, and said very quickly, "Auntie, take your time, we are not in a hurry."

"That's right, we're not in a hurry," the yellow-haired girl said, "Auntie, I don't want to eat spicy or grilled sausages for the next finger cake. Can you add chicken fillets?"

Mother Wen wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied, "Okay, listen to you."

Wen Han took the shovel, "Mom, you sit and rest for a while, and I'll make it for them."

Mother Wen was really tired after standing for a day, but now she is anxious to make pancakes. Although Wen Han can do it too, but the speed is slow, she can only wave her hands and say, "It's all right, it's almost done."

The hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly, and she looked at Zhao Yaya with cold eyes. She brought these people here to make her uncomfortable.

Zhao Yaya confronted Wen Han without fear, and the meaning in his eyes was barely clear: I did it on purpose, what's the matter? Have the ability to resist?

"This is done," Mother Wen called out as she spread out a piece of cake, adding eggs, "what flavor will the next classmate eat?"

"Auntie, this classmate's taste is quite unique." Everyone heard the sound and looked over, only to see Yan Hui swaggering into the crowd, pointing at the duck-tongued man, and said with a smile, "He eats shit."

Duck tongue man: "..."

Mother Wen was stunned for a moment, "What... what?"

Yan Ani looked at the hand cakes she had already made, "Auntie, just make this the most common one, and then you don't need to make the rest, they're not hungry."

"No... don't do it?" Mother Wen didn't know why.

Yan Anhui looked at everyone dangerously, "Do you really want to eat hand-cooked pancakes?"

The yellow-haired girl swallowed her throat, shook her head and said, "Don't eat it."

"Don't eat..."

"Look, auntie, they said they don't want to eat it," Yan Ani took the five hand-cooked cakes that had already been made and smiled, "Just make this one and let Wen Han hold it for me, I'll come back to eat it later, I want to chat with my classmates."

Yan Hui turned her head, her face pulled down instantly, "Come with me."

Everyone: "..."

Not daring to disobey, everyone trembled and followed Yan Hui to the garbage dump that Zhao Yaya didn't want to go to.

Chen Zijiao looked at the group of people that Yan Hui brought back, and said in surprise, "I'll ask you to buy me a hand-cooked cake, why did you bring so many people to beat me?"

"If you like to be beaten so much, I don't mind letting them beat you up," Yan Ani asked, looking at the five handmade cakes, "Who proposed to go to Wenhan's to buy handmade cakes?"

The crowd was silent.

Chen Zijiao also saw that Yan Hui was in a bad temper now, so he touched her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go and stay." Yan Hui didn't have time to explain too much to Chen Zijiao, "Don't tell me, right?"

"Are you going to fight?" Chen Zijiao counted a total of ten people, six girls and four boys, "Well, leave it to me for boys, I don't beat girls, so you come here, girls."

Everyone trembled and watched in horror as Chen Zijiao rolled up his sleeves, eager to try them.

Chen Zijiao, the school bully of Yuning High School, is famous for fighting, and he is extremely ruthless. I heard that everyone who fought with him was beaten and called an ambulance.

There are also rumors that Chen Zijiao had killed people. If it weren't for the fact that his family was powerful, Chen Zijiao would have been sent to a juvenile detention center for reeducation through labor.

Seeing that Chen Zijiao was about to beat someone, one of the girls pointed at the yellow-haired girl and shouted, "Yes...it's her, she let us go."

The yellow-haired girl was pushed out and stood in front of Yan Hui, with tears in her eyes, "I.. I just want to eat a hand-cooked cake, no.. I don't know.. Wen Han will be at the night market. Are you setting up a stall?"

"Oh?" Yan Hui skipped the yellow-haired girl and looked at Zhao Yaya, "You mean someone brought you to this night market?"

The yellow-haired girl nodded and said, "Yaya said...there are a lot of delicious food in this night market, so everyone...just came to play."

The plastic sisterhood is about such a group of people.

Yan Hui shook her neck and made a crisp bone sound. Looking at Zhao Yaya who was bowing her head and said nothing, she pinched her neck with one hand and sneered, "Did the words I said two days ago go into my head?"

Zhao Yaya raised his head with a pinch, and said in a trembling voice, "Trash... Trash can... We didn't move."

"Tsk tsk, why are you the reincarnation of a trash can?" Yan Hui said helplessly, "Is there nothing else in my mind except the trash can? What did I say that day?"

Zhao Yaya struggled to think about what Yan Hui said that day, and her expression was extremely painful.

"Can't remember? I'll help you recall your memories," Yan Hui leaned closer to Zhao Yaya's ear, "Did I tell you the other day that Lao Tzu likes Wen Han, and you still dare to deliberately trouble Wen Han today?"

"Does this mean... that you want to trouble me?"

"No..No," Zhao Yaya was so frightened that tears flowed down her face, "Woooo... I'm not, I don't dare, I really don't dare."

Chen Zijiao hated girls crying the most, "Don't cry, it's so noisy."

Zhao Yaya closed his mouth immediately, for fear that Chen Zijiao would punch her.

Yan Hui glanced at Chen Zijiao incredulously. Chen Zijiao noticed Yan Hui's eyes and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Do you have a girl you like?"

Chen Zijiao frowned, "No, the girl is so annoying, crying and chirping, of course I'm not talking about you, why are you asking this?"

Yan Hui can be sure, either Chen Zijiao is a dead straight man, or he is a deep cabinet.

"It's okay," Yan Hui let go of Zhao Yaya and threw the five pancakes in her hands, "You eat two for Huang Mao, three for Zhao Yaya, and I watch you eat."

Chen Zijiao watched Zhao Yaya and the yellow-haired girl eat the hand-cooked cake, swallowing the dates whole, and he was greedy.

"What about mine?" He tugged at Yanfen's sleeve, "Where is the cake in my hand?"

Yan Hui shook him off, "Wait a minute, I'm in a hurry, a starving ghost is reincarnated?"

Chen Zijiao: "..."

The yellow-haired girl finished eating, and the others watched Zhao Yaya eat the third one, crying silently while eating.

Pathetic.

Seeing that Zhao Yaya was about to vomit, Yan Hui smiled and said, "If you can't eat it by yourself, I will stuff it for you myself."

Zhao Yaya: "..."

In the end, Zhao Yaya struggled to put it in. She felt that she didn't want to eat pancakes in her life.

"Okay, let's withdraw," Yan Hui looked at the others, "Remember, Wen Han is my person, whoever moves her will move me, move me? It's up to you to decide whether to move?"

Everyone nodded tremblingly and immediately left the night market.

"Where do I grab the cake?" Chen Zijiao persevered.

Yan Ani rolled her eyes at him and dragged him to Wen Han's stall, "Auntie, is that hand-grabbing cake ready?"

Seeing Yan Hui's return, Mother Wen immediately brought it over, "This is just done."

Yan Hui threw the hand-cooked cake to Chen Zijiao, "Okay, thank you Auntie." She looked at Wen Han, "I'm leaving."

Wen Han nodded slightly, but remained silent.

As soon as Yan Hui left the booth, Wen's mother received a reminder on her mobile phone.

—Alipay received 200 yuan!

Mother Wen opened her mobile phone and saw that it was really 200 yuan, with the money for hand-grabbing cakes on it.

"Oh, your classmates called me the money, Wen Han, return it to them quickly." Mother Wen won't refund the money, so she can only ask Wen Han to get it.

Wen Han glanced at the amount, and then looked at the WeChat friend reminder on the phone.

It was Yan Hui who added her friend, and the authentication information read: accept the money.

"Mom, it's alright, you keep it, and I'll give it to them when I go to school on Monday."

Mother Wen nodded and continued to greet the guests.

Wen Han took a look at the friend addition and clicked to apply.

When the phone buzzed, Yan Ani took it out and saw that Wen Han had added her.

Chen Zijiao saw Yan Hui suddenly laughing and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Hui took a deep breath and said, "Spring is here."

spring! ?

Isn't spring almost over? Spring Equinox is coming to an end!

"What spring??" Chen Zijiao was stunned.

Yan Hui smiled slightly, "He's in heat."