Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"It's time to get up." Meng Zezhi kissed the person in his arms on the cheek.

"What time is it?" Ye Wenxu shrank into his arms and asked in a daze.

"It's 07:30." Meng Zezhi reached out and pinched his nose.

"what?"

Ye Wenxu opened his eyes suddenly, with an anxious expression on his face: "I have to get to the factory before eight o'clock, or I will be deducted half of my wages."

As he spoke, he sat up, reached for the clothes on the stool, and his eyes touched the red marks on his arms. The anxiety on his face instantly turned into embarrassment, and he said in a muffled voice, "It's all your fault."

It made him sleep so late last night and overslept this morning.

Meng Zezhi half-closed his eyes: "Who was biting me last night?"

With a swipe, Ye Wenxu blushed: "You, you—" Shameless.

As he spoke, he quickened his movements.

Meng Zezhi put on his clothes and followed him out: "I'll steam some steamed buns for you, and you can take them to eat on the way."

"Yes." Ye Wenxu agreed.

Meng Zezhi steamed the buns, packed them in plastic bags, and handed them to Ye Wenxu who was in a hurry: "Wait a minute."

"Huh?" Ye Wenxu, who was leaning against the door frame and putting on his shoes, subconsciously looked up at him.

Meng Zezhi bowed his head and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Be careful on the road."

"Yeah." Ye Wenxu coughed dryly, his ears turned red, and the joy in his body almost turned into substance.

It was past ten o'clock when Wang Zhibin got up. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Meng Zezhi scrubbing the sheets.

No way, who made the rental house not have a washing machine.

When his eyes touched the big basin of cold water, Wang Zhibin rubbed his hands reflexively: "Brother Jiang, isn't it cold to wash the sheets in winter?"

Meng Zezhi glanced at him and said, "It's okay."

How can a single dog without a daughter-in-law to warm the bed know the joy of washing sheets in winter?

"Why don't I boil some hot water for you?" Wang Zhibin didn't understand the compassion in his words.

"No, it's almost finished." Meng Zezhi said, "By the way, if I'm at home, don't go out to eat. I'll bring you food."

He couldn't bear Ye Wenxu to eat steamed buns every day to save money.

"Really?" Wang Zhibin was overjoyed, showing his big white teeth: "Thank you Brother Jiang."

He didn't know that he was under Ye Wenxu's favor.

It was already a week later when the Ding family came to the door, and Chu Huihua happened to be at home.

"Looking for Qichen? Come in." Chu Huihua greeted, turning his body sideways.

Anyway, every now and then someone would come to Meng Zezhi with large and small bags of gifts, so she was no stranger to it.

Ding Hejing entered the house with two children and bodyguards: "Is he not there?"

"I went to buy vegetables." Chu Huihua's words were very sour.

God knows that her son has never done housework since he was a child. To put it bluntly, he can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt.As a result, in order to deliver meals to his partner on time, even the skill of cooking has evolved.

——Because the New Year's Eve is approaching, the number of customers in the store has more than doubled than usual, so she and Jiang Hongxian have to go to the store to help out on weekdays, so there is no time for cooking.

"Then let's wait." Ding Hejing said.

"Okay." Chu Huihua said with a smile, "I'll make tea for you."

"You are being polite." Ding Hejing always felt that there was something strange, such as Chu Huihua's attitude.

The other party didn't ask anything and let them into the house.

"Sir, what's your surname?" Chu Huihua's vision has broadened a lot since he went to Ding City, and he has become more skillful and considerate in dealing with people.

"Miangui's surname is Ding."

"Where did Mr. Ding come from?" Chu Huihua took out a wooden box from the cabinet above his head, opened it, grabbed a handful of tea and put them into each glass.

"The capital." Ding Hejing replied.

"The capital?" Chu Huihua shook her hands, her face was lost for a moment, and it took a while for her to come back to her senses: "The capital, that's a good place."

After speaking, she came out with the brewed tea and gave each of them a cup.

Ding Hejing took it with both hands, out of politeness, he took a sip casually, but the moment the tea entered his throat, his face changed slightly: "This tea—"

"Well, it tastes good, I don't know where Qichen got it." Chu Huihua said with a smile.

"The aroma is refreshing, the soup is yellow and clear, the buds are strong, the strips are really even, the pekoe are like feathers, the bottom of the buds and leaves are thick and even, and the taste is sweet and refreshing..." Ding Hejing sipped the tea carefully, feeling the spread from the abdomen to the Feeling the warmth all over his body, he suppressed the surprise in his eyes: "Tea is Junshan Silver Needle, but it is by no means extraordinary."

A few years ago, when he visited a master with the elders in his family, he was lucky enough to drink a cup of spiritual tea at his house. He still remembers the taste to this day, and the taste of this cup of Junshan Yinzhen is similar to that of the tea back then Than, it is almost the same.

Where did Jiang Qichen get the tea from?

Didn't the information say that he was just a punk?

Reminiscent of the Jiang family's sudden riches more than a month ago, Ding Hejing couldn't help feeling a little suspicious about the information obtained by the people under his opponent.

"By the way," Chu Huihua asked, "What happened to your family?"

She only thought that Ding Hejing was also Meng Zezhi's client.

"Again?" Ding Hejing was taken aback: "You don't know?"

"Ah?" This time it was Chu Huihua's turn to be confused.

"It's like this," Ding Hejing explained: "A few days ago, these two naughty bastards of my family slipped out to play while we were not paying attention, and accidentally fell into the river. Thanks to your son's rescue, they I just saved a life. No, I brought them here as soon as they recovered from their illness, just to thank your son face to face."

Just as he was talking, Meng Zezhi came back.

Knowing the purpose of the Ding family's visit, Meng Zezhi said with a smile: "It's just a little effort, nothing to worry about."

Meng Zezhi's sense of Ding's family is not bad, and the fact that he knows how to repay his kindness is enough to make people's favorability for his family soar.

"Where is it? For you, it may be just a little effort, but for my family, it is a great kindness."

Seeing Meng Zezhi's temperament, neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor humble nor overbearing, Ding Hejing strengthened his doubts.

He didn't take out the bank card in his pocket—there was 50 in the card, which was a thank-you gift he originally planned to give to Meng Zezhi, and he also suppressed his plan to discuss with Jiang's family about putting Meng Zezhi in the university.After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got up to say goodbye.

He planned to go back and investigate the Jiang family's situation thoroughly before making any plans.

"Wait a minute." Meng Zezhi got up and went back to the room, and when he came out again, he had two extra bracelets on his hands.

It is said to be a bracelet, but it is actually a wooden bead the size of a peanut on a red thread.

He handed the two bracelets to the two children: "Meeting is fate. I made this myself. It is not a valuable thing. I give it to you to play."

The two children immediately looked up at Ding Hejing.

Ding Hejing came back to his senses and said, "Thank you brother soon."

Only then did the two children accept the bracelet: "Thank you brother."

"Good boy." Meng Zezhi patted their heads.

After the Ding family left, time flew by like white clouds and gray dogs.

Around the New Year's Eve, in just over half a month, the snack shop earned nearly 14 yuan. On New Year's Eve, Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua almost cried.

Just when Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua were full of fighting spirit and were ready to do a big job and open another branch, the first high school started.

At this time, there are only 110 days left before the college entrance examination.

Ye Wenxu became more and more busy, and the whole senior three teaching building was filled with a tense air of make-or-break.

Meng Zezhi went out every now and then to do some small business, and the rest of the time he devoted himself to providing logistics support services for Ye Wenxu, including relieving pressure and so on.

He didn't plan to take the college entrance examination, he just thought it was to save the 150 yuan college entrance examination registration fee.

Knowing that Meng Zezhi already had the ability to settle down, Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua let him go.

The weather on the day of the college entrance examination was not very good, it was gloomy.

Meng Zezhi sent Ye Wenxu outside the examination room and handed him the examination equipment: "Don't be nervous, take the test hard."

Then, he paused: "It's okay to fail the exam, I will support you."

"Yeah." Ye Wenxu didn't feel disappointed at all, on the contrary, his heart was full of sweetness, and his attention was all on the phrase "I will support you".

He took a step forward, hugged Meng Zezhi, took a deep breath, let go again, his eyes flickered: "I'm going in."

"Come on." Meng Zezhi said warmly.