Everyone swarmed to grab the food Qi Xing brought. Everyone thought it was the food made by Qi Xing's mother, but Qi Xing refuted it.
"If it's not made by your mother, then it's made by your cook. Your cook is really good at it."
"Not my cook either."
"Who made that?" Zhou Tian asked Qi Xing as he held the chicken leg and chewed his mouth full of oil.
Qi Xing pursed his lips, not knowing how to introduce Cheng Wenwen.
"Tell me! Who did it?" Zhou Tian asked curiously.
Qi Xing was annoyed by the question, and after a long time he said, "She is my father's wife."
Zhou Tian was confused: "Isn't that your mother?"
"Not my mother!"
"I know, she's your stepmother." Zhou Tian suddenly understood.
Qi Xing's face darkened and he was a little displeased. It was indeed true that Cheng Wenwen was his stepmother.
"Don't you say that stepmothers are all vicious? Your stepmother is quite nice, and she even asked you to bring us food."
"Um!"
At present, she seems to be not a bad person, but I don't know if she is pretending. He has heard the aunt and servants at home talking about Cheng Wenwen, who seems to be nice on the surface, but will definitely change drastically when she gets her father's favor and has children.
Qi Xing didn't dare to let down his guard.
Zhou Tian actually sympathized with Qi Xing. He didn't have a mother. It seemed that he would have to play with him in the future.
It's good to come to the school today, and you can eat delicious food. Zhou Tian asked again: "Qixing, will you bring us food tomorrow?"
If he takes it with him tomorrow, he will not stay in bed, and will be beaten by his father. After the beating, he will be forced to come to school, which is not cost-effective.
Qi Xing lowered his head: "I don't know."
"Then ask your stepmother to prepare it for you and bring me food tomorrow."
Qi Xing frowned: "No!"
It is one thing for Cheng Wenwen to take the initiative to give herself something. If he takes the initiative to ask for it, he will lose face.
"Oh, just take it with me, secretly, I won't let others know, please, please."
Qi Xing ignored him.
Zhou Tian struggled with Qi Xing for a whole day but didn't see him let go. He couldn't help but think: Qi Xing is so stingy!
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Jin Lingtou originally planned to come to Qingsong Academy to promote it, but several restaurants came to discuss business in the past few days, and he forgot about his work.
When he thought about it today, he took a gong and led others to unfurl a banner at the entrance of Qingsong Academy.
"Cheng's fried chicken and sausage restaurant has opened at No. 26 Xingwang Street. Within one month of the new opening, the whole store will be half price. Customers who want to eat, hurry up!"
The students of Qingsong Academy had just finished school, and people were coming and going. As soon as the gong was struck and the voice was shouted, the news was spread.
"No wonder the grilled sausage stall hasn't been here these days. It turns out it's opened a shop?"
"Let's go eat!"
When Zhou Tian and Pan Liang heard the news, their eyes immediately lit up.
"Let's go, let's go quickly. If we go late, we're afraid we'll be gone."
The two held hands and ran towards Xingwang Street.
When we arrived at Cheng's Fried Chicken and Sausage Restaurant, many people had already lined up.
Zhou Tian was happy in his heart: "Great, we can eat grilled sausage again!"
Both of them were very excited, but the queue was a bit long, and they were really afraid that they would be gone again.
It’s just that they don’t know that because they have a store, their goods are fully stocked and they won’t be out of stock like a stall.
Leader Jin was very satisfied when he saw the long queue.
"The fourth lady is still smart. She came up with something...a big opening offer, attracting customers at a low price first, and making a name for herself."
The newly opened Cheng's Fried Chicken and Sausage Shop is doing a booming business, which makes other shops a little jealous.
"Where does this come from Cheng's family? What kind of fried chicken and sausage? Is it so delicious?"
Ge Ji, who sells breakfast snacks next door, couldn't help but be curious. Mrs. Ge quickly pushed her grandson: "Go ahead and buy two portions to try. I want to see how delicious they are."
It's so popular, maybe she can learn to make it secretly, or sell it.
Mrs. Ge's grandson, Ge Jun, was twelve years old. He was eating meat buns when he was pushed. When he saw the money handed over by him, he happily took it and ran to the opposite side to queue up.
Just as he was queuing, he smelled the aroma of meat. Ge Jun suddenly felt that the meat buns in his hand no longer smelled good.
