Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Come on, don't ask anymore. Song Pingqing deliberately dunked the pink ball and threw it to Murong Xue.

Wen Zhuo pursed his lips in his heart: This is the first time I see someone who does things without hiding anything.

"Brother, if you scratch the ball, does that mean this version can't be used for the lottery?" Gu Zongnan and Wen Zhuo had completely different focuses. They looked at Song Pingqing with shining eyes, as if they saw a hero.

"I bought three copies, and I originally left one for you."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhuo stood up immediately: "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

It was hard for him to struggle with his thoughts the whole night last night, just to convince himself not to demolish it.

Wen Zhuo: What do all the ideological struggles I had last night become when you say this? Huh?

He could only blame himself for not paying attention. If he had taken a closer look at the reimbursement invoice, he would have seen that the number written in the quantity column was "3".

Seeing Wen Zhuo stand up, Gu Zongnan and Wu Qiming immediately stood up and rushed over here.

Song Pingqing put the things aside, sat down again, put on a new pair of gloves, and continued to eat chicken wings.

Murong Xue was playing with the pink bouncing ball on the table, watching Song Pingqing chewing chicken wings out of the corner of her eye, and she did not move at all despite the chaos around her.

The current situation is definitely within Song Pingqing's expectations.

The result of the fight was that Gu Zongnan grabbed the biggest ball with his superb "fighting skills", Wu Qiming grabbed the next two with his height advantage of 180+, and he even grabbed one for his good brother Shen Ci.

Wen Zhuo was holding the ball, looking very depressed and pitiful.

I was so stupid, really. If I had counted how many copies I bought yesterday, the biggest ball would not have fallen into the hands of Gu Zongnan.

Seeing the three of them sitting back in their seats, Song Pingqing took off his gloves, wiped his mouth, and took a sip of tea: "Did you see? Buying it yourself and 'stealing it' are two completely different experiences."

They can even fight like this within their own team, let alone others.

When children become competitive and stubborn, they just want to compete to see who can get the biggest ball on the spot. How many calm people would think, "I have a bigger one at home"?

Even if someone were to say something like this, there would probably be people who don't get along with him who would say: Why didn't you bring it with you?

Thinking of this scene, Shen Ci reached out and took a ball from Wu Qiming, and shook his head helplessly: "You are still the most ruthless one."

"Ashamed, ashamed."

Seeing them singing the same tune, Wen Zhuo, who was holding a planet bouncing ball, felt even more embarrassed.

Wen Zhuo: I asked you to tell me in detail, and you asked me to speak directly from your own experience. The key point is that it is not a good identity, it is just a fish caught by you.

It’s okay to catch the fish, the key is that you haven’t grabbed the one you want most.

Alas...Song Pingqing's technique of playing with children's psychology is so terrifying.

"So under what circumstances can I participate in the lottery?" Wen Zhuo coughed twice, trying to change the subject to redeem his inexplicably lost self-esteem, "Can I participate in the lottery as long as I spend money?"

Wen Zhuo had already looked at the invoice and felt that the price of the bouncing ball was much cheaper than he had imagined.

There are a total of 130 small balls on one board, and the two boards can only be drawn 260 times at most.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhuo's desire to defeat Wen Yue began to get a little frantic, and he immediately denied what he had just said: "No, no, we can't do this. There are only 260 draws in total. You can't just draw if you spend money."

Shen Ci was still brainstorming. Song Pingqing and Murong Xue were too lazy to pay attention to Wen Zhuo who was in a manic state. Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnan looked at each other.

Gu Zongnan: Is this brother crazy?

Wu Qiming: When it comes to Wen Yue’s matter, this brother is a little crazy.

At this moment, Wen Zhuo seemed to not need anyone to offer suggestions, and continued to talk on his own: "Buy a set meal of drinks and snacks and you can participate in a lucky draw?"

He muttered the words to himself, his eyes fixed on Song Pingqing.

"You're the boss, you have the final say. I've said long ago that I'm only responsible for providing the milk tea recipe." Of course, Song Pingqing had been listening to his mumbling, but he had no intention of participating in his decision-making. His focus was all on the shrimp balls in front of him.

Are you kidding? If she dares to speak at this time, won’t this guy have to put the blame on her if he loses to Wen Yue?

Song Pingqing: In this world, except Murong Xue, no one can make me take the blame.

"Well, that's it. Buying a set meal will give you one chance to win a prize." Wen Zhuo didn't notice Song Pingqing's perfunctory response at all. He nodded and added,

"By the way, in order to prevent the lack of people eating in, we can also add a clean plate campaign and a lottery."

This plan proposed.

Song Pingqing was laughing in his heart, which showed how much damage the clean plate plan when eating dumplings during the winter solstice last time had done to Wen Zhuo.

It's been several months, and I still remember the CD.

After discussing for a while, Song Pingqing made a few pots of rose milk tea, osmanthus honey tea, and jasmine milk tea for them, which Murong Xue had tasted a long time ago: "Try it."

After saying this to everyone, Murong Xue took the first step to reach for the cup in front of her.

The next second, he was caught by Song Pingqing, who looked at him with a smile and said in a gentle tone, "You have been drinking too much milk tea recently. You can only choose one of the three flavors and drink a small cup."

Murong Xue's eyes could not hide her disappointment.

She wanted to take this opportunity to satisfy her sweet craving, but she didn't expect Song Pingqing's surveillance of sweets was everywhere.

Not to mention drinking one more glass, even one sip is not allowed.

"Then... Osmanthus honey tea."

This osmanthus sauce was made by Song Pingqing himself and it is very fragrant.

After eating and drinking for an entire afternoon, I finally planned the stall management plan and individual division of labor.

Murong Xue was in charge of registration, Song Pingqing was in charge of making milk tea, Wu Qiming was in charge of greeting guests, Wen Zhuo was in charge of packing, and Shen Ci was in charge of serving plates.

Gu Zongnan's job is the most energy-consuming and also the most suitable for him.

He was responsible for attracting customers and drawing prizes. He had to hold a loud speaker and shout advertisements and "Congratulations to student XXX for winning the X-size giant bouncing ball!"

Gu Zongnian took on this job himself, and gave a very good reason:

"Big brother and sister definitely can't yell at the top of their lungs. Second brother is introverted. Xiao Ming's voice needs to be used to make money and has been insured. Little Six is ​​not an extrovert either, so leave this job to me!"

Wen Zhuo was inexplicably called Little Six, but it also forced him to avoid the job he least wanted to do, so for the moment he had no choice but to accept the name.

Gu Zongnian: There is another place where I can show off. Oh my~

Gu Zongnian patted his chest and made a promise to everyone: "Sisters, brothers, when the time comes, I will definitely bring this biggest ball to advertise!!!"

What a great use of a socially addict!