I really don’t want to be reborn

Zheng Wan felt that he was very unlucky today. He met Hao Mengli even while having a meal with his roommate, and Hao Mengli was so damn cool that she wouldn't let him have a good meal even when he had a meal. He acted like a little fairy when he opened his mouth.

Zheng Wan was cursing in his mind as he strolled down the market streets.

I wanted to find something to eat, but I was so angry that I lost my appetite.In addition to looking for food, Zheng Wan also looked around to see if he could find a more suitable store front.

Although Dongcheng's fried pork with chili peppers is pretty good, Dongcheng is a small place after all, and Hecheng is the future.Moreover, Zheng Wan was a billionaire before he was reborn. How could he be limited to chili-fried pork in this life?

The simplest way to start a business is to move the fried pork with chili from Dongcheng directly to Hecheng.

The distance between the two cities is only [-] kilometers, and they are in the same province. Therefore, the slogan "Chili Fried Pork Best Suitable for People in Dongcheng" is also applicable to Hecheng.

And I have talents. When the time comes, I will call He Yan and Zhou Xiaobing’s father. In addition, there will be traffic and influence near the university town. The probability of success in opening a store is almost over 90.00%, just like It's as easy as copy-pasting.

Chili fried pork is relatively high-end, so it requires a relatively large area, at least [-] square meters.Commercial streets mostly have small windows of more than ten square meters, which Zheng Wan doesn't like.

Zheng Wan walked around the commercial street again and again.

Finally, we found three locations of suitable size, but one of them was too remote. There was a poor public toilet next to one of them, and the other one required a relatively high transfer fee.

After Zheng Wan kept the three places in mind, he took out his phone and took a look. It was already past one o'clock.

I originally wanted to have a bite, but there was nothing I wanted to eat in the shops I looked at, and I happened to be at the back entrance of the school.

Entering from the back door of the school is the school cafeteria on the right.

Forget it, go back to the school cafeteria and have a look.

In addition to being cheap, the food in the school cafeteria is also delicious, not spicy and not weird, especially the school cafeteria in 08.

When Zheng Wan arrived at the canteen, he found that it was already very empty, almost no one was eating, and the aunties at various stalls were also busy cleaning up.

The cafeteria stall is made of glass, and a piece of red photo paper is pasted on the glass. The prices of various meals are marked on it, as well as some set meals for two or three people.

what.

combo?

When Zheng Wan was in the commercial street, he only focused on finding a suitable location, so he didn't think much about it. Now that his mind was empty, he suddenly thought that there seemed to be no such group in 08.

Dianping does exist, but at this time Dianping should mainly focus on local life information and has nothing to do with group buying or anything like that.

You know, after a certain group went public, its founder Wang Xing’s assets once reached tens of billions or even 2000 billion.

From the perspective of future generations, group buying network is definitely an excellent project that can be implemented immediately and has great future prospects.

While I was thinking about it, my stomach growled involuntarily.

Zheng Wan went to a noodle stall and asked for a bowl of braised noodles. When he turned around to find a place to sit down, he was shocked to find a person hiding in the corner.

A girl wearing gray cloth.

The clothes on her body had been washed until they were almost white, and she was eating with her back to herself and her head lowered.

Ding Xueqi.

Zheng Wan walked over to say hello to her, but was shocked to find that in front of her was a plate of... pickled mustard!She only held a piece of steamed bun in her hand and was eating with pickled mustard.

There wasn't even any vegetables, it was really just an ordinary plate of red pickled mustard.

In fact, now in 08, people are still very poor deep in the mountains!

The epicenter of the big earthquake that happened two months ago was in the mountains. The rescue was very difficult at that time. The biggest reason was poor traffic, and once traffic was poor, it meant economic backwardness.

Even the counties and towns at the epicenter of the earthquake have difficulty in providing rescue services because of poverty, let alone the mountain villages below the towns, where poverty is unimaginable.

Perhaps the tuition fees for college have already paid for everything Ding Xueqi's family has.

But is mustard really nutritious enough?

Zheng Wan was not a Holy Mother, but it was somewhat unpleasant to have this scene happen in front of her.Or maybe you think she has a pair of stunning eyes?

Zheng Wan suddenly hesitated whether to say hello to her again. Would it hurt her self-esteem?

At this time, Ding Xueqi seemed to notice that someone was watching her. She lowered her head, then turned her head slightly out of curiosity.

She was so inferior that she even hid herself tightly when looking at others.

She had already been discovered, and maybe she would feel even more uncomfortable if she pretended not to know him.

Zheng Wan walked over with a smile and sat opposite her: "Ding Xueqi, why are you eating so late?"

She lowered her head fiercely: "Well, I wasn't too hungry at first."

"Pickles are your local specialty, right? I remember that Fuling mustard in Chongqing is particularly famous." Zheng Wan smiled.

This sentence not only expanded the conversation topic, but also gave her the dignity and face she deserved.

Ding Xueqi hummed: "Yes, we make all the pickled mustard ourselves at home."

At this time, the aunt who made the noodles called Zheng Wan to say the noodles were ready. Zheng Wan went over and sat opposite Ding Xueqi with the noodles.

After thinking about it, Zheng Wan returned to the window and took a small bowl, poured the braised noodles and soup into the small bowl, and said: "Stewed noodles are our specialty in Henan, you can try it. If you are embarrassed, you You can also let me taste your pickled mustard."

"Ah, this, this is not very good."

"What's wrong? As you saw, I put the noodles separately into the bowl."

"I mean, I mean..." She seemed a little nervous and not good at expressing herself, and she hesitated when speaking.

"Hey, forget it. If you don't want me to eat mustard, forget it."

Zheng Wan sighed, and she quickly pushed the pickled mustard on the small plate forward: "Well, you can eat it, but I don't know if it suits your taste."

She couldn't help but raise her head as she pushed forward, and it was just when she raised her head that Zheng Wan was stunned again.

exquisite.

It's so exquisite.

A straight nose, a half-red cherry mouth, a slightly flushed face, and of course the most important thing is the pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, giving people a hazy feeling that is not drunk but not drunk.

Her temperament is cowardly and a little inferior, so she gives people a watery feeling.

This feeling is different from Hao Mengli's coldness, and it's different from Luo Xiaonan's sunny enthusiasm. Her temperament is the kind that makes all men feel sorry for her when they see her.

Like Daiyu described in Dream of Red Mansions.

Two curved eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy.Two dimples are born in the state of worry, and the disease of being delicate is attacked all over the body.

There are actually such people in this world.

If we just talk about looks, she is even better than Hao Mengli. Even Luo Xiaonan, after watching her for a long time, is only tied with her.If I had to talk about flaws, it would be that her skin may be slightly yellowed due to malnutrition.

But after just half a glance, she quickly lowered her head as if in a panic.

Zheng Wan pushed the small bowl of braised noodles in front of her again: "Eat it, drink the soup too, and try the special noodles here."

When speaking this time, Zheng Wan used a tougher, even commanding tone.

Even Zheng Wan herself didn't know why, she just felt that she should eat, felt that she should drink this bowl of mutton soup.

She lowered her head and bit her lip, raised her head and glanced at Zheng Wan fearfully like a child who had done something wrong: "Mo, don't yell at me."