After his own efforts, Huang Pingfan finally temporarily solved the problem of their work. It should be regarded as a happy event, but Huang Pingfan is not happy at all today.

"At noon today, how many buns have been sold?" Huang Pingfan asked Mo Mayang a little listlessly.

Liu Hong replied: "Chairman, business is very bleak at noon today, and less than 100 buns have been sold in total." ”

"A hundred buns?" Huang Pingfan scratched his head a little embarrassed, between his eyebrows, the gloomy clouds were bleak, even if he wanted to force a smile, he couldn't do it.

Mo Mayang stared at Huang Pingfan, and said without hesitation: "Xiaofan, I think our company is about to end!"

When Mo Mayang said this, Liu Hong almost didn't cry, and her eyes were full of rolling mist.

Yes, if Huang Pingfan's bun stall can't survive, then if you want to pay her salary, there is no way to talk about it.

If Huang Pingfan hadn't paid her a salary, she would have been a young and beautiful girl with a poor family and a bit of beauty. was forced back by her family to marry, that was almost her inevitable fate.

The family has money, life is passable, and everything is easy to say.

However, once the life of the family is sad, the girl marries, or to put it more extremely, directly sells it for money to tide over the difficulties for the family, which is the regular practice of many so-called close relatives.

This is not bad, haven't you seen that in the history books, there is often a "change of son and eat"?

Many people like to pat their chests and say that there are no parents in the world who are not, and there are no parents who are not wholeheartedly towards their children.

If this is really the case, where is the story of "Liangshan Bozhu Yingtai", which has been passed down through the ages.

The family where Huang Pingfan was born, although it is a bit feudal and has many ancient practices, but his family has always lived a decent life.

Therefore, the real impoverished life has never been experienced by Huang Pingfan in his previous life or in this life.

Mo Mayang's family is very poor, but he can still get a few money for studying.

Therefore, whether it is Huang Pingfan or Mo Mayang, there is no way to empathize with Liu Hong's mood at this moment.

"The old lady is going to be a year after the New Year, and a year is not as good as a year! Isn't it still possible to sell more than 500 buns in the morning? Why is it so cold in front of the door at noon? Is it really because of the broken watch?" Huang Pingfan muttered.

"What's the change? I see, it's not that a year is worse than a year, it's a day is not as good as a day, or even a meal is worse than a meal. It's heart-wrenching that the difference between morning and noon has suddenly stretched so much. "Ma Yang doesn't plan to save face for his big boss at all.

Although Huang Pingfan gave him three packs, he was not afraid at all.

After all, his family is not short of such a small amount of money.

Of course, the most important thing is that their relationship is really good.

I heard these two guys sighing bitterly on the surface, but I didn't see at all that they were really sad, sad, and nervous.

Liu Hong suddenly felt that the distance between herself and the two guys in front of her was really far, far away, and they were simply people from two worlds. They are not at all, poor people in the true sense of the word.

Perhaps, even if the bun stall really closes the stall, their food will still be eaten, their books will still be read, and everything will have no effect.

Just, just yourself, most likely, after the end of this semester......

Huang Pingfan saw Liu Hong's eyes turn red, and he knew even more that in her previous life, she would soon go home to get married.

His pity overflowed, hugged her, and whispered: "Don't worry, business will be fine in a few days, and it will be very good." No matter if there is an abyss in front of you or a minefield, your boss and I will definitely clear all the obstacles for you.

Let you live comfortably and carefree for the life you want to live. ”

Liu Hong didn't know for what reason, but she hugged Huang Pingfan tightly and cried loudly.

All the grievances in my heart, all the depression, all the depression, are like a flood that bursts the embankment, roaring out and out of control.

"Click! You dog men and women actually sprinkle dog food in public, it's really hateful!" Ma Yang looked at it, his heart was tired, he complained quietly, and left quietly, not taking a cloud with him.

I don't know how long it has been, Liu Hong seems to have expelled the haze in her heart, and people have come to their senses.

Raising his head, he pushed Huang Pingfan away, pouted, and complained in a low voice: "Why are you like this? Hooligans! Take advantage of people's danger! Not a good person!"

Then, she stomped her little foot and ran away in a panic.

"Hey, it's hard to be a good person, it's hard to be a good person. It seems that I was born to be a big villain, even if I want to pretend to be a good person, I can't pretend to be like it. Huang Pingfan frowned with a wry smile and sighed: "Now the society seems to be more fashionable, and the employees have fired the boss's squid." Hey, pity my lonely person, guarding the steamed bun stall that no one cares about, he is really a martial artist in the new era!"

The depressed Huang Pingfan looked at a basket of buns.

Instantly turned into gluttony, and the buns were grabbed by him with both hands, both hands were very hard, one after another, and kept throwing them into his mouth.

Guarding the deserted bun stall, constantly eating and eating.

At the steamed bun stall where no one cared about it, Huang Pingfan stuffed all the five hundred buns left in the morning, one hundred after he bought, and stuffed them all into his stomach.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise it would have scared the audience.

"It seems that something has to change. I hope that tomorrow, there will be enough 100 source points. If you don't improve your bun-making skills, just relying on a little bit of so-called fame, you will definitely be empty. Huang Pingfan whispered.

Evening self-study, class is over.

I don't know why, the steamed buns sold quite well at night, and the flow of people was like a crucian carp, rubbing shoulders one after another.

Ma Yang and Liu Hong were both busy and sweating, but Huang Pingfan was happy to collect money.

At this moment, Huang Pingfan was a little bit, counting the money and feeling cramps in his hands.

Fortunately, Huang Pingfan relied on his big belly and amazing amount of food, even if he made a little more, it would be fine, just supper.

So, for the evening buns, he made a full thousand, just like usual.

When more than 800 buns were sold, the crowd receded.

As soon as the scene fell cold, Ma Yang felt that his existence was a little out of place, so he proposed to go home.

Huang Pingfan saw through it at once, his little bit of caution.

However, Huang Pingfan pretended to say: "Well, it's hard work! It's a little late, take a few buns and go back for supper for your family." ”

Because, all this is just a very routine operation, so Ma Yang didn't twist a little, picked up the bun, got on the bicycle, and ran away.

"This guy. Huang Pingfan didn't pay attention to the image and picked up a bun and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Liu Hong slapped Huang Pingfan's hand viciously, and snorted: "Put it down!"

"Ah, what's the situation?" Huang Pingfan was a little confused, and his heart was full of thoughts: Don't you like me, right? Then, it's a big crime! We're just a little lame, but we don't want to harm our female compatriots!

In order to stop the little beauty in front of him from really falling in love with himself, Huang Pingfan decided to pretend to be stupid.

He didn't care about Liu Hong's shouting at all, he directly threw the bun in his hand into his mouth, and then muttered: "It's not clean, it's not sick!"

Although, Huang Pingfan knew that it was really wrong not to wash his hands before eating. But in order to deal with the little beauty, he had to be sloppy, and it is estimated that if he does not pay attention to hygiene once in a while, it may not be a big problem. In the future, we must remember to wash our hands before eating, let's wash them clean first, and then come back, when the time comes, even if the little beauty wants to go crazy, there will be no excuse.

Just when Huang Pingfan was deliberately stalemate with the little beauty, Mo Mayang rode a bicycle and rushed back in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Huang Pingfan suddenly had a little ominous premonition: Don't something happen to the earth, right? We're just a little cripple, but we can't hold it!

"Xiaofan, something is wrong, something is wrong...... Mo Mayang shouted breathlessly.

Huang Pingfan's heart sighed: Click! Good spirits are not bad spirits. It's over, it's over! I didn't do anything bad? Could it be, could it be that Liu Hong's family called? Did Liu Hong have a showdown with his family? Said that I, Huang Pingfan, was actually her crush? And then what did I say, she was already pregnant with my flesh and blood?

Huang Pingfan scared himself and was so scared that he couldn't die.

"Learning, the ...... of the school The gang of friends [those classmates, or those guys], followed...... With the ...... outside, The rotten boys have turned on. Mo Mayang was out of breath and panted.

"Click! What a big deal I think it's a big deal, but it turns out that it's a student boy's fight? What's a big deal? If you like to call the police, then call the police." If you like to report the school, then report the school. If you can't find a school leader, just talk to the school security, don't you get it?

You, it's ridiculous, this kind of trivial matter of chicken feathers and onions, you are so anxious. What's even more outrageous is that you actually came to tell us a steamed bun seller. ”

Huang Pingfan was very dissatisfied, and directly sprayed Mo Mayang with a dog blood. Because of Mo Mayang's look and tone just now, Huang Pingfan scared himself, and scared to death I don't know how many cells.

"No, it's not like this! You, you, go and take a look......" Mo Mayang pulled up Huang Pingfan, didn't even want his own bicycle, and ran straight outside.

Liu Hong looked at the two backs in the distance, pouted, and said fiercely: "This dead man ......"

I don't know if she scolded Huang Pingfan's elm head and didn't understand the amorous feelings, or scolded Mo Mayang for having no eyesight and being a bad person.