At half past seven in the morning, outside the gate of Greentown Primary School, many students came to school one after another, either leisurely or urgently. Many vendors at the school gate have also been busy for a long time, and today, there is a new stall here.

"There's another stall here, it seems to be selling wontons." Many parents of Rong children who go to school have seen Lin Zhi's booth.

"Taste it in the past, change the taste." An aunt walked to Lin Zhi's stall with her grandson.

"Auntie has a bowl of ravioli?" Lin Zhi greeted.

"How much is a bowl?" The aunt asked, and the little boy on the side swallowed his saliva as he smelled the pork bone soup.

"Ten dollars a bowl." Lin Zhi replied seriously.

"What? Ten dollars a bowl? You're too expensive, the wontons in other people's stores are only seven yuan, and you dare to sell them so expensive in this stall! The aunt glanced at Lin Zhi with disgust, and was about to leave with her grandson, but the grandson looked at Lin Zhi's stall with reluctance, and was finally pulled away by his grandmother.

Lin Zhi was a little helpless, for the older generation who wanted to divide a dollar into two halves, he really couldn't expect them to buy a bowl of small wontons for ten yuan.

Lin Zhi looked enviously at the surrounding stalls, where there were already sporadic students or parents standing in front of them.

However, it was less than an hour after he came, and he was not in a hurry, Lin Zhi believed in the charm of his divine small wontons.

At the school gate, the business of the street vendors is actually not very good, and parents now feel that the roadside stalls are not clean. Unless they don't have time to make breakfast, they don't let the kids eat them.

There were gradually more people, and the noise at the school gate came and went, and Lin Zhi's booth was still empty.

Lin Zhi didn't come early this morning, and the stall was relatively back. The stalls in front of them were already overcrowded, and there were also customers standing next to them.

Lin Zhi was anxious, thinking about his father in the hospital, and pulled down his face and shouted.

"Delicious wontons, big and fragrant wontons, only ten yuan a bowl, absolutely worth the money, no regrets after eating, everyone come and try it!"

Lin Zhi didn't shout, but the parents around him started talking.

"This wonton actually costs ten yuan? What about this pit man! ”

"The young man is crazy about money."

Everyone stared at Lin Zhi with strange eyes, and he was a little flustered when he was also seen by a group of people, and he finally mustered up the courage to shout and shut his mouth.

A young woman led a little boy towards Lin Zhi's stall, Lin Zhi was overjoyed, and just as he was about to speak, the aunt of the stall next to him spoke.

"Beauty, come and eat finger cakes, it only costs five yuan, and the young man's wontons cost ten yuan a bowl, which is obviously a trick."

The young woman glanced at Lin Zhi hesitantly, and pulled the little boy to the finger cake stall next door.

The aunt of the stall next to her smiled disdainfully at Lin Zhi, and turned her head to greet the young woman.

A faint anger rose in Lin Zhi's heart, but the other party was bigger than his father, and he could only grit his teeth and swallow this loss.

The time for class was fast approaching, the bell rang at eight o'clock, and some of the stalls had already been packed up.

Lin Zhi's face was a little bad, he didn't sell a single wonton in the morning, and if it went on like this, what would he talk about making money. What about my father's medical expenses?

After waiting for a while, the vendors on a street had almost left, and the aunt next door deliberately sneered at Lin Zhi's stall before leaving, and then left happily.

Lin Zhi's face darkened suddenly. At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from far and near, and a man pulled a boy and hurriedly ran over, and the man stopped in front of Lin Zhi's stall.

"Dad, I'm late." The boy looked back and said dissatisfied.

"Don't be in a hurry, you can't skip breakfast if you're late, it's not good for your health to skip breakfast." The man smiled at the child, turned his head and said to Lin Zhi.

"How much does a bowl of ravioli cost?" The man pulls out his wallet.

"Ten bucks." Lin Zhi said quickly, relieved in his heart, and finally sold a bowl.

The man paused when he heard the price, then took out a piece of ten yuan from his wallet and handed it to Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi took it happily, then quickly cooked a bowl of wontons, packed it and handed it to the man.

The man took the wonton and left in a hurry with the boy.

Lin Zhi gestured in his heart, the business has opened, which is really a good sign.

On the side of the road, a private car stopped, and a beautiful woman in a black jumpsuit got out of the car and walked to Lin Zhi's stall in high heels.

"Let's have a ravioli." The beautiful woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, and Lin Zhi couldn't help but light up in the eyes.

Lowered his head and got busy, the bone broth in the pot was rolling, and a fragrant but not greasy smell came to his nose, Lin Zhi felt a strong hunger in his stomach, and he didn't eat in the morning.

The beauty was also refreshed when she smelled this smell, and looked at the wontons under Lin Zhi's hand expectantly.

The wontons were quickly cooked, and Lin Zhi took the packing box, packed it, and handed it to the beauty opposite.

The beauty handed over a temporary twenty yuan, and Lin Zhi found the ten yuan from the parents just now to the girl.

Seeing that she had only recovered ten yuan, the beauty glanced at Lin Zhi a little strangely, did not speak, and left with the bag.

One morning, Lin Zhi sold eight small wontons and ate another one himself. Seeing that it was almost noon, Lin Zhi hurriedly cleaned up his stall, and he still had to go to the hospital.

On the other side, in a building not far from the school, a beautiful woman carrying a small wonton got out of the parking lot on the first floor. Take the elevator to the fourteenth floor and open the door to an office.

Many people were already sitting at their desks and starting to work, and the beautiful woman had just sat at her desk when the door to the office was opened again. A cute girl in pink walked in with a loveless look.

"Late again?" The beautiful woman sitting at the table, who was about to open the bag and taste breakfast, said with a smile.

"Qingbao, I can't eat breakfast again." The cute girl has a resentful face, as if she will starve to death in the next second.

"Ah, Qingbao, you bought breakfast!" The cute girl shouted in surprise when she saw the small wontons on Qinghan's table. "Qing Baobao, Qing Beauty, do you love me? If you love me, will you give me a little ravioli? ”

Qing Han looked at Wei Wei's pleading eyes and nodded helplessly. "Half of you."

"Wow, baby, you're the best, I love you to death." Wei Wei couldn't wait to pick up Qinghan's chopsticks on the table that had not yet been opened, picked up a wonton and ate it in one bite.

"It's hot, it's delicious." Wei Wei only felt very hot in her mouth, and then suddenly tasted an attractive taste, her cute face showed a shocked look, her tongue was burned in her mouth, and she was still reluctant to spit out the wontons.

Seeing her greedy appearance, Qinghan shook her head, and also scooped up a wonton with a spoon and blew it before putting it in her mouth.

Then she also fell into a stupor, and the wonderful deliciousness ......