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Chapter 113: 076: Bullying Trash, Eating Hot Pot_2

Catching Mo Qishen’s gaze, Zheng Xianjing immediately lowered her head shyly.

He noticed her.

Mo Qishen finally noticed her.

Zheng Xianjing’s heart pounded like it had been bumped by a little deer.

Do something big?

What big thing could Mo Qishen do?

Although she knew her son couldn’t do anything significant, Old Lady Mo felt somewhat comforted. Holding Mo Qishen’s hand, she said, “My sixth son, promise your mother not to do anything foolish. Be good, understand?”

Mo Qishen nodded and wiped away his mother’s tears. He smiled and said, “I know, Mom. Don’t worry, 1 will definitely take good care of myself.”

For some reason, the more Old Lady Mo saw Mo Qishen smiling, the more her heart ached.

This child was too pitiful; he was still smiling when things were so dire.

“Go, don’t worry about your mother, I will take care of the house,” Mo Fuhai patted Mo Qishen’s shoulder.

“Dad, 1 am leaving then.”, Mo Qishen leaned over to hug Mo Fuhai, then turned to leave.

Being hugged by his son, Mo Fuhai chuckled and scolded, “This rascal.”

Zheng Xianjing, watching Mo Qishen’s retreating figure, shouted, “Safe travels, Uncle Mo!”

Mo Qishen’s retreating figure was all that responded to Zheng Xianjing’s words.

But Zheng Xianjing didn’t mind.

As long as Mo Qishen noticed her.

Everything else would come slowly.

A calculating smile curled at the corners of Zheng Xianjing’s mouth.

**

Ni Yan had been doing great business lately—every day, the noodles and sour plum soup she prepared sold out before 11 am.

In just one week, she had already cleared a profit of 1,900 yuan.

When she looked at Sun Chunxiang, not only did she make no profit, but she even lost the capital.

Exactly because of Sun Chunxiang’s example, many people who wanted to imitate Ni Yan were hesitant to act.

Although selling other stuff might not bring them as much business as Ni Yan, at least they could make some profit, which was better than losing money.

Sun Chunxiang was worrying earnestly.

She had originally thought she could easily find the pickled vegetables Ni Yan used, but after combing through all the agricultural markets in Beijing, she couldn’t find anything similar.

This couldn’t go on! His son was waiting for her to pay the school fees.

Although Zhu Yonghong’s incident had affected her son, the school had said that as long as she paid a penalty of 1,000 yuan and wrote a self-criticism letter, he could return to school.

At a time like this, she mustn’t hinder her son.

The reason Ni Yan could make such delicious sour fish must be because she had some secret recipe!

As long as she managed to get the secret recipe, she wouldn’t have to worry about business.

Thinking of this, Sun Chunxiang formed a plan in her mind.

That day, after Ni Yan sold all the noodles, she was preparing to pack up, but then saw Sun Chunxiang walking over carrying a basket of apples.

“Xiaoni, your business has been good these days, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, it has been good,” Ni Yan looked up at her, “What do you need?”

Treating every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a smile depends on who’s standing in front of you.

For someone like Sun Chunxiang, Ni Yan couldn’t even bother to deal with her, let alone smile.

Little jerk!

Feeling proud, right?

Seeing the two large empty buckets, Sun Chunxiang felt bitter in her heart. But remembering the purpose of her visit, she smiled and said,

“Xiaoni, you know, there was a misunderstanding between your nephew Honghong and you recently? So, 1 have come especially to apologize to you. 1 failed to teach my daughter well. 1 am sorry, Xiaoni. 1 hope you won’t hold it against me. After all, we all do business on the same street. It isn’t good if we clam up, is it?”

Ni Yan kept silent and continued to pack up.

Seeing her not responding, Sun Chunxiang continued, “Xiaoni, you will laugh if I tell you this, but actually, my family is really tough. After Honghong went inside (jail), 1 have to take care of everything alone, without any help. Now Honghong’s brother is about to start school, and I can’t even pull together the tuition…”

Halfway through her speech, Sun Chunxiang started wiping her tears, looking pitiful.

“If I weren’t really desperate, I wouldn’t follow you and learn to make pickled vegetable noodles! 1 really had no choice…”

“Unfortunately, 1 am not skilled. The pickled vegetable noodles I make are not as tasty as yours..”