Different God of Cooking [Rebirth]

As soon as he walked into the classroom of Class [-], Zhao An found that the atmosphere in the classroom had changed again.Xie Jiaying, who was originally sitting next to him, was transferred to another seat in the classroom at some point, and was crying sadly on the desk.

The rest of the class looked at Zhao An full of fear. Zhao An's angry roar in the classroom just now completely shocked them. In their hearts, Zhao An instantly became a "devil king", an existence that could not be provoked at all.

Of course, some boys cast admiring glances at Zhao An, thinking that Zhao An should act as their leader and lead them to "compete for territory" with boys from other classes after class.

However, Zhao An was not interested in these gazes at all. He looked at his new deskmate Xu Lulu, the squad leader.

Xu Lulu smiled at Zhao An, but she was also a little afraid of Zhao An, a new classmate.But after He Hua, the head teacher, called Xie Jiaying into the office for a conversation, Xie Jiaying was unwilling to be at the same table with Zhao An. In this case, He Hua had to let her most assured monitor, Xu Lulu, be Zhao An's tablemate.

In He Hua's view, Zhao An was a good boy at heart just because of his eccentric background, so it wasn't considered a sacrifice to Xu Lulu.

Zhao An wasn't dissatisfied with this arrangement, after all, in his opinion, Xu Lulu's tablemate must be easier than Xie Jiaying's.However, Zhao An didn't have the intention to get closer to Xu Lulu.

From the nature, Zhao An is a person who is afraid of trouble, and children are often the endorsement of trouble. He still has so many things to do, and he really doesn't have the heart to play with these children, especially these children still laughed at him in his previous life. people who passed him.

As for Ji Jiashu, it can only be said to be an accident, an accident that Zhao An did not expect at all, but made him feel extremely lucky.

Thinking of the way Ji Jiashu shed tears just now, Zhao An unconsciously smiled again.

On the other hand, Xu Lulu, who had been secretly observing her tablemate, was a little surprised. Zhao An's smile at this time and the roar just now seemed to be two completely different people. I don't know what Zhao An thought to smile like this.But Xu Lulu is destined to not be able to guess the answer.

After school, Zhao An came to North Street again. Father Zhao and mother Zhao had already started selling braised vegetables yesterday, but the difference was that another table appeared next to Father Zhao's mother's cart, and on the table were There are also various stewed vegetables.

Seeing this, Zhao An said softly in his heart: Sure enough, it appeared.

Competitors, something Zhao An had foreseen from the very beginning.Although there are relatively few vendors in the food business these days, people have a lot of pursuit of money. As long as they find a place to make money, they will flock to it. Pengcheng's stock market is a typical example.

It's just that it's hard to say how many people can maintain their sanity and not become victims of the market.Zhao An estimated that the Pengcheng stock market crash was about to begin, which would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the market economy.

However, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother's braised vegetables stall has not yet reached the scale that will be affected by the stock market crash.Let's deal with the immediate competition first.

When Zhao An selected North Street for sale, it can be said that he had inspected all the surrounding streets.Zhao An himself admits that there is some element of luck in finding this street with high spending power, dense population and no cooked food vendors.

Zhao An guessed that the vendors in the nearby vegetable market would push their carts here to sell things like Zhao's father and Zhao's mother after they found that there were enough customers here.

However, after taking a closer look at the stewed vegetable vendor that suddenly appeared today, Zhao An found that things were more troublesome than he imagined.