Don't think of rebirth.

Gu Qinghuan watched for a while, and made sure that there would be no problems with Fan Ziran and Liu Siyuan's stall before going home.

After all, this is their business, and it would be inappropriate for her to interfere too much.

As for the food she was going to eat, she took advantage of the chaos to stuff ten yuan into the coin box and was very satisfied with her hand speed.

Because it was a trial operation, Liu Siyuan didn't prepare much braised food, so it sold out quite quickly.

In the end, there were still some left, so Liu Siyuan packed them in small bowls and gave them to the stall owners around him, which was a way to build good relationships with others.

The two of them pushed the food cart back to Liu Siyuan's rented house, parked it downstairs, and began to count tonight's sales.

After estimation, after deducting the cost, I made more than 300 yuan tonight.

While Liu Siyuan was washing various tools, he listened to Fan Ziran's analysis: "Judging from the sales tonight, vegetarian dishes are unexpectedly popular. It may be because the stall next to us sells fried skewers, and the products collided."

"Most customers will choose a few combinations. Can we offer some set meals? For example, choose two meat dishes and three vegetarian dishes?"

"The price tag and weights save a lot of trouble. Not many customers try to use the weights. Just seeing this can make people feel trust."

He talked a lot and was so energetic that Liu Siyuan suspected that he would not be able to sleep again tonight.

"I thought business wouldn't be very good today since it's the first day." Liu Siyuan said absentmindedly, still washing the pot in his hands.

Although he could earn 300 yuan a day by working hard as a delivery man, he still had to compete for orders, worry about overtime, and various other problems.

Especially after being hit by a car, he was really worried that he would get into another car accident one day.

In fact, he didn't care that much about his own life or death, but in order to treat his mother's illness, he borrowed money from many people. If he didn't pay back those people's money, he would feel guilty.

Although setting up a stall is also very hard work, for Liu Siyuan, it is at least much safer. Moreover, by studying the taste and accumulating customers, he will always have regular customers over time and the income will grow steadily.

Today’s trial operation got off to a good start, and Liu Siyuan is even more looking forward to the days to come.

"Your cooking skills are here, and they suit the local tastes. They are much better than those online courses that charge tuition fees." Fan Ziran patted his shoulder, "We are counting on you to prepare the cooked food for our class's outing next week."

After Chen Zelin reviews it next Monday, Ming Xiaolan, the living committee member, will pay the deposit to Liu Siyuan.

"People in our school are not short of money. We are guaranteed to make a lot of money from this order." Fan Ziran said proudly.

Liu Siyuan smiled but didn't say anything. Fan Ziran, however, remembered what Gu Qinghuan had said before and added, "Don't feel uneasy about receiving this money. It doesn't matter who you give it to. It's better than choosing something that's expensive and tastes bad."

Liu Siyuan put the cleaned tools on the rack to drain, walked to the side and sat down, and said slowly: "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Fan Ziran felt a little uncomfortable because of what he did.

"I..." Liu Siyuan paused, and then as if he had made up his mind, he said, "I originally thought that you were the kind of young master who came from a wealthy family and had too much money to spend, so you thought of giving me money."

"But I really don't like being given charity. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, someone asked for donations for my family and asked me to do publicity. They asked me to say a lot of my thoughts and went to my house to take pictures of me and my mother living a hard life, so that everyone would know..."

"But my mother is actually a person who loves life very much. Even when she was sick, she tried her best to keep the house clean. She would also tell me that the osmanthus flowers outside the window were blooming and asked me to pick some osmanthus flowers so that she could make osmanthus cake for me."

"But those cameras always recorded her in a state of embarrassment and pain, as if only in this way could we be 'worthy' of charity."

"So I hate being pitied. When you first approached me, I kind of hated you."

"But I've seen over the past few days that you really want to help me. It's not charity, but to find a way for me to live a good life on my own."

"Thank you very much."

The plan that I worked so hard to complete, the food truck and tools that I bought from various markets, the purchase price that I negotiated after much deliberation...

Fan Ziran did so many things, and Liu Siyuan saw it all.

Although words of thanks may be too insincere, Liu Siyuan will also find ways to express his gratitude through actions.

However, this does not mean that language can be omitted.

Verbal communication is the most straightforward, and Liu Siyuan wanted to convey his gratitude to Fan Ziran.

He had heard Fan Ziran complain about his father and knew that Fan Ziran hated to hear scolding.

He also wondered whether his words would displease Fan Ziran or cause misunderstanding.

However, it is better to say it out loud. Liu Siyuan hopes that Fan Ziran knows that he is really a good person.

Enthusiasm, hard work, sincerity, kindness... a good person should receive corresponding praise.

Fan was naturally speechless. He scratched his hair and rubbed his hands. After a long while, he finally said, "No, you're welcome."

After saying that, he immediately changed the subject, speaking quickly: "Let's talk about setting up the stall tomorrow. If the sales are not good today, we can make less tomorrow. The braised eggs that the squad leader mentioned, in addition to chicken eggs, how about quail eggs? And the pricing of the set meal I just mentioned..."

The utensils that were being drained were dripping water drop by drop, which gathered into a transparent area on the cooking table, reflecting the energetic faces of the two people.

Looking at the water surface in the white porcelain cup, the man's face looked a little haggard.

Fan Yicheng took a sip of juice and looked at the cup he usually drank tea from, feeling a little complicated.

This cup probably never thought that one day it would be filled with juice.

He has never been used to this kind of sour and sweet drink, but now due to the influence of hypoglycemia, he has to drink it.

Although it is more effective to take glucose tablets or drink sugar water directly, Fan Yicheng is somewhat psychologically resistant.

He didn't want to admit that he was "sick" because that was too direct. He could explain drinking juice as a change of taste.

These days he is busy handling company affairs and preparing for his next surgery.

The hospital has already been contacted, and he has also informed Fan Ziran’s grandparents, and they will be back next week.

Fan Yicheng felt very sorry that he still needed the company of the elderly at such an old age, but the two elderly people didn't mind.

"You are Chuqing's husband. If you call us mom and dad, you are our son. It's not a big deal." Grandma said on the phone.

"Besides, we are in good health, much healthier than you. You don't need to worry about us." Grandpa also echoed.

Thinking of the two old men's words, Fan Yicheng drank the remaining juice in the cup in one gulp.

After finishing this part, go home and have a rest. It would have been fine if he didn't know about it before, but now that he knows that he is sick, if he faints again, it will really cause trouble for Fan Ziran.