Male lead, let go of that female lead, let me come

There is a very lively night market pedestrian street in the east of the urban area. There was originally a demolition house there, but the government's lack of funds caused the demolition project to be delayed again and again.

By the end, Wen Han had grown up.

My own stall is a small cart that sells various fried snacks such as octopus balls, hand pancakes, and grilled cold noodles.

After all, this kind of snacks are very common in night market pedestrian streets, and there is a stall within two steps, so earning more than 1000 in one night is considered a good income.

"Have a grilled cold noodle,"

Mother Wen immediately responded, "Okay."

"This is the QR code, right?" The customer pointed to the picture on the cart, "How much?"

Mother Wen looked at the configuration, "It's 6 yuan in total."

"Okay, I'll sweep it for you."

The mobile phone on the booth announced "6 yuan has been received".

"Okay, it'll be ready soon," Mother Wen said smoothly, and after a while, the roasted cold noodles were ready, "Come on, take it."

"Mom, I'm here."

Mother Wen looked over and saw Wen Han put down his schoolbag and put on his apron and came over.

"Why are you here? You're already in the third year of high school. Why don't you just stay at home and read a book?"

Wen Han flipped the sausage over, "It's okay, I have a good idea of ​​what I'm going to learn, and I'll be busy soon, you can't do it alone."

Mother Wen touched Wen Han's face distressedly, "You child."

Wen Han smiled, "It's okay, Mom, here's a guest."

"By the way," Mother Wen said while making finger cakes, "By the way, I washed your clothes today, and there's a short sleeve inside that doesn't look like I bought it for you."

Wen Han shook his hands, "I accidentally spilled water on my body when I was drinking water at school. It was the clothes that my classmates lent me."

"Oh, be careful when drinking water." Mother Wen made the finger cakes, turned to look at Wen Han, "I washed it for you, and you will return it to your classmates when the time comes."

Wen Han nodded and said, "Yeah."

"Hey, Yaya, is that Wen Han at the pancake stall?"

A smile flashed across Zhao Yaya's eyes, and she said in surprise: "Oh, look carefully, you are really gentle in our class."

"It seems that the post is right, her mother is really a stall?" The boy wearing a peaked cap was talking, and seeing Wen Han selling things in an apron, he sneered, "I thought Wen Han was so tall." Is it cold? Isn't this very gentle to the guests, so it turns out that Wen Han can laugh?"

Wen Han was at school, always with a cold face, never smiling or talking, and ignoring his answers.

"Then go and have a look, we are all classmates, let's go and bring business to others." The girl with yellow hair suggested.

"That's right, let's go over and have a look," the man in the peaked cap smiled, "I just want to eat finger pancakes."

A large group of people walked towards Wen Han in a rambling manner.

Wen Han caught a glimpse of a group of people approaching, and when he looked over, he saw that the leader was Zhao Yaya, frowning slightly.

Seeing Wen Han, Zhao Yaya gave her an arrogant smile.

Mother Wen saw a large group of people parked in front of the stall. Although they were all dressed in mature clothes, they looked like they were all students, so she greeted, "Students, what do you want to eat?"

The yellow-haired girl said first: "Auntie, we are Wen Han's classmates."

When Wen's mother heard it, she immediately smiled and said, "Oh, you are all Wen Han's classmates, are you all?"

The others nodded and responded, "Yeah."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Mother Wen said, "Tell auntie, auntie treats you to eat."

A gleam flashed in the yellow-haired girl's eyes, "Really? Auntie?"

Mother Wen smiled and said, "Of course, tell me what you want to eat?"

The duck-tongued man grinned and said, "Then we won't be polite." He turned around and counted the heads, "Auntie, can we have ten finger pancakes?"

It takes a long time to make finger cakes, and it takes more than half an hour for ten finger cakes.

Wen Han glanced at the time, it was 7 o'clock, which happened to be the peak of the night market, and there were so many people piled up in front of her stall, other customers couldn't squeeze in at all.

"If you want to eat, please stand beside me." Wen Han pointed to the empty seat next to him.

Zhao Yaya pretended to be aggrieved, "The side is full of rubbish. The white shoes I just bought today will get dirty if I stand there." She looked at Mother Wen, "Auntie, can't we stand here?"

Mother Wen shook her head: "It's okay, just stand here, it's not easy to clean the dirty white shoes."

Zhao Yaya smiled triumphantly at Wen Han, "Thank you, Auntie."

The duck-tongued man watched Mother Wen's way of making finger cakes, and said very quickly, "Auntie, take your time, we are not in a hurry."

"That's right, we're not in a hurry," the yellow-haired girl said, "Auntie, I don't want spicy food for the next finger cake, and I don't want to add sausage, can you add chicken tenders for me?"

Mother Wen wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wen Han took the shovel, "Mom, you sit and have a rest, and I'll make it for them."

Mother Wen was a little tired after standing for a whole day, but right now she was in a hurry to make finger cakes. Although Wen Han could do it, but at a slow pace, she could only wave her hand and say, "It's okay, it's almost finished."

The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and she looked at Zhao Yaya with cold eyes. It was she who brought these people here to embarrass her.

Zhao Yaya looked at Wen Han without fear, and the meaning in her eyes almost said: I did it on purpose, why?Have the ability to resist?

"This is ready," Mother Wen spread out a piece of cake and shouted while adding eggs, "What flavor will the next classmate eat?"

"Auntie, this classmate's taste is rather unique." Everyone heard the sound and looked over, only to see Yan Hui striding into the crowd, pointing at the duck-tongued man, and said with a smile: "He eats shit."

The duck-tongued man: "..."

Mother Wen was taken aback for a moment, "What... what?"

Yan Hui looked at the pancakes that had already been made, "Auntie, just make the most ordinary ones, and then you don't need to make the rest, they are not hungry."

"No...don't do it?" Mother Wen didn't know why.

Yan Hui looked at everyone with dangerous eyes, "Do you really want to eat finger pancakes?"

The yellow-haired girl swallowed her throat, shook her head and said, "I won't eat."

"Don't eat..."

"Look, Auntie, they said they don't want to eat any more." Yan Hui took the five finger pancakes that had already been made and smiled, "Just let Wen Han hold this one for me when it's ready, I'll be back to eat later, I want to chat with my classmates."

Yan Hui turned her head and pulled her face down instantly, "Come with me."

Everyone: "..."

Not daring to disobey, everyone tremblingly followed Yan Hui to the garbage dump that Zhao Yaya didn't want to go.

Chen Zijiao looked at the group of people brought back by Yan Hui, and said in surprise: "I just asked you to buy me a finger cake, why did you bring...so many people to beat me up?"

"If you like beating up so much, I don't mind letting them beat you up." Yan Hui looked at the five hand pancakes and asked, "Who suggested buying hand pancakes from Wen Han?"

The crowd was silent.

Chen Zijiao also saw that Yan Hui was not in a good temper, touched her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go and stay." Yan Hui didn't have time to explain too much to Chen Zijiao, "Don't tell me, right?"

"Are you going to fight?" Chen Zijiao counted, there were ten people in total, six girls and four boys, "Well, leave the boys to me, I won't hit girls, so girls you come here."

Everyone trembled, watching in horror as Chen Zijiao rolled up his sleeves, eager to try them.

Chen Zijiao, the school bully of Yuning High School, was famous for his fights, and he was extremely ruthless. I heard that anyone who fought with him was beaten to pieces and called an ambulance.

There were also rumors that Chen Zijiao had killed someone. If his family hadn't been powerful, Chen Zijiao would have been sent to a juvenile prison for labor education.

Seeing that Chen Zijiao was about to hit someone, one of the girls pointed at the yellow-haired girl and shouted, "Yes...it was her, she told us to go."

The yellow-haired girl was pushed out, and she stood in front of Yan Hui, with tears rolling in her eyes, "I...I just want to eat a hand pancake, how... who knew...Wen Han will be at the night market Set up a stall here?"

"Oh?" Yan Hui skipped over the yellow-haired girl and looked at Zhao Yaya, "You mean someone brought you to this night market?"

The yellow-haired girl nodded and said, "Yaya said...there are a lot of delicious food in this night market, that's why everyone...come here to play."

The plastic sisterhood refers to such a group of people.

Yan Hui shook her neck, making a crisp bone sound, looked at Zhao Yaya who was bowing her head silently, pinched her neck with one hand, and sneered, "Didn't what I said two days ago go into my head?"

Zhao Yaya raised her head after being pinched, and said in a trembling voice, "Trash...trash can...we didn't move."

"Tsk tsk, what the hell are you reincarnated from a trash can?" Yan Hui said helplessly, "Is there nothing else in my mind except the trash can? What did I say that day?"

Zhao Yaya struggled to think about what Yan Hui said that day, and her expression looked extremely painful.

"Can't remember? Let me help you recall the memories," Yan Hui leaned closer to Zhao Yaya's ear, "Did I tell you that I like Wen Han the other day, and you still dare to deliberately trouble Wen Han today?"

"Does this mean... that you want to trouble me?"

"No..No," Zhao Yaya was so frightened that she burst into tears, "Woooo...I'm not, I don't dare, I really don't dare."

Chen Zijiao hates girls crying the most, "Stop crying, it's too noisy."

Zhao Yaya shut her mouth immediately, for fear that Chen Zijiao would punch her.

Yan Hui glanced at Chen Zijiao inexplicably, and Chen Zijiao noticed Yan Hui's eyes and asked, "What do you see me doing?"

"Do you have a girl you like?"

Chen Zijiao frowned, "No, the girls are so annoying to death, of course I'm not talking about you, why are you asking this?"

Yan Hui was sure, either Chen Zijiao was a dead straight man, or he was a closet.

"It's okay." Yan Hui let go of Zhao Yaya, and threw five finger cakes over, "Huangmao, you eat two, Zhao Yaya eats three, I'll watch you eat."

Chen Zijiao watched Zhao Yaya and the yellow-haired girl eating finger cakes and swallowing dates, which made him hungry.

"Where's mine?" He tugged at Yan Hui's sleeve, "Where's my finger cake?"

Yan Hui shook him off, "Wait a minute, don't worry, starved ghost reincarnated?"

Chen Zijiao: "..."

The yellow-haired girl finished eating, and the others watched Zhao Yaya eat the third one, crying silently while eating.

Pathetic.

Seeing that Zhao Yaya was about to vomit, Yan Hui snorted and said, "If you can't eat it by yourself, I'll stuff it for you myself."

Zhao Yaya: "..."

In the end, Zhao Yaya managed to stuff it in. She felt that she didn't want to eat finger pancakes in her life.

"Okay, let's all get out," Yan Hui looked at the others, "Remember, Wen Han is mine, whoever touches her will touch me, and move me? It depends on whether you are willing to move?"

Everyone nodded tremblingly, and left the night market immediately.

"Where should I grab the cake?" Chen Zijiao persevered.

Yan Hui rolled her eyes at him, and dragged him to Wen Han's stall, "Auntie, is that finger cake ready?"

Seeing that Yan Hui came back, Wen's mother brought it over immediately, "This is it, just finished."

Yan Hui threw the pancake to Chen Zijiao, "Okay, thank you, Auntie." She looked at Wen Han, "I'm leaving."

Wen Han nodded slightly, but remained silent.

As soon as Yan Hui left the booth, Wen's mother's mobile phone received a reminder of the account.

—Alipay accounted for 200 yuan!

Mother Wen turned on the phone and saw that 200 yuan was in the account, and the money for hand-cooked cakes was noted on it.

"Oh, your classmate called me the money, Wen Han, return it to them quickly." Mother Wen won't refund the money, so Wen Han can only get it.

Wen Han glanced at the amount, and then at the WeChat friend reminder on his phone.

It was Yan Hui who added her as a friend, and the authentication information read: Accept the money.

"Mom, it's okay, you keep it first, and I'll give it to them when I go to school on Monday."

Mother Wen nodded and continued to greet the guests.

Wen Han looked at the friend addition, and clicked through the application.

The phone buzzed, Yan Hui took it out to have a look, and found that Wen Han had added her.

Chen Zijiao saw Yan Hui suddenly laughed, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Hui took a deep breath and said, "Spring is here."

spring! ?

Isn't spring coming soon?The equinoxes are coming to an end!

"What spring??" Chen Zijiao was confused.

Yan Hui smiled slightly, "He's in heat."

The rutting spring has arrived.

Chen Zijiao: "..."

Can't understand!

The author has something to say: Yan Hui snorted and laughed: I'm talking, I'll throw you one by one into the garbage dump.

Everyone trembled:...

The humble author seeks a collection for Yan Fen online.

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