Chapter 63, Full coverage starts with barbecue

"Hey~ Is today your birthday?"

Chen Xiaomin, who had no classes in the evening, was as happy as an eighteen-year-old and seventeen-month-old child; because Shen Wanyi got off work early and was making delicious food for her at home.

I met a person on the way. I didn’t look very familiar with him. He was limping. I felt inexplicably sad when I saw his back.

I glanced at him subconsciously when I passed by and saw that he was holding a cake. How should I put it? The shape was horrible;

I thought, since my birthday is so shabby, do I have to buy things at a discount?
Li Zehua's legs and feet were sore at the moment. After a day of delivering takeout, he realized how hard it was. It was very tiring to climb up and down the old residential building without an elevator.

It was almost dusk when we got back. The cake was shaken so badly along the way that it almost broke.

"good evening."

I greeted him weakly, "I'll treat you to cake later."

Chen Xiaomin choked and was about to ask, "Can this cake still be eaten?"

But seeing his sincere eyes, I couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay, okay, happy birthday to you."

I ran into the house as if escaping and was about to speak when the aroma of food wafted into my nose and a sumptuous dinner was placed in front of me.

A lonely figure flashed through my mind unconsciously.

"Why don't you come in?"

Shen Wanyi placed a dish on the table, said something casually, and went back to the kitchen to busy herself.

Chen Xiaomin shook her head and tried to dispel the shadow, "He usually takes good care of Dudu."

I thought it was a contradiction. He clearly had no money, yet he was so frugal and yet he was willing to buy food and daily necessities for Dudu.

"What a weirdo."

As she thought about this, her eyes unconsciously looked towards the kitchen, wondering whether she should pack some food for him.

Dudu happened to pass by with an elegant step. She bent down and picked him up, whispering, "It's quite embarrassing, don't you think so, Dudu?"

After thinking for a while, his eyes rolled around, "How about asking Sister Wanyi to send it to him?!"

She went into the kitchen and offered to help. "Sister Wanyi, if I celebrate my birthday at home, will you come over and make me something delicious?"

"I'm not your babysitter."

Seeing that she was making things more troublesome, Shen Wanyi slapped her in annoyance.

Chen Xiaomin blushed and covered her butt, "How could you hit me there?"

After a while, he took the opportunity to hug her and act coquettishly, "But I will be very lonely and pitiful if I celebrate my birthday alone."

Shen Wanyi was already immune to her tricks. "You have your parents by your side, how can you be pitiful?"

Seeing that she was pouting and looked unhappy, I stopped teasing her and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Chen Xiaomin hesitated for a long time before telling the story again. She listened thoughtfully and asked, "Is that so?"

He continued to stir-fry with the spatula, and after a long while he said, "Then you go and load half of it, and I'll carry it up for you."

Chen Xiaomin laughed, "I'm just paying off Dudu's debt~"

Seeing her homely posture, he leaned against the door and stared at her.

Some people are different even when it comes to cooking. Their smooth and flowing movements are particularly pleasing to the eye, and they combine virtue and elegance in one person.

As the last dish was successfully served, even Dudu was overwhelmed by the aroma and couldn’t help wanting to pounce on it and devour it.

"Bad Dudu, go away."

Chen Xiaomin picked up the extra bowls and chopsticks and was about to share a little of each dish, but she also had to distract herself to drive Dudu away and soon became impatient.

Shen Wanyi was about to go forward to help when she heard the door open. She asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Hearing a familiar voice, I opened the door and saw Li Zehua holding a plate of cake in one hand.
"I bought too many cakes. Could you please help share some of the burden?"

He thought that if Chen Xiaomin saw him when he got back, she would think he was stingy if he didn't give him any.

As I was talking, my eyes were involuntarily attracted to her~
She was still wearing the apron she used when cooking. She looked virtuous, dignified and elegant. There was an inexplicable sacred temptation that made people feel happy unconsciously.

Chen Xiaomin came out holding the cat, breaking this beautiful moment. “Is this for us? Thank you.” God knows how hard she tried to put on this smile. Is this cake still edible?
Shen Wanyi also took it and said, "Happy birthday to you."

"Not really, thank you."

Li Zehua saw the food behind them and knew he had come at a bad time. "I won't disturb you while you're eating. Goodbye."

After saying that, he went downstairs.

"Bad cat, don't eat it."

Chen Xiaomin wanted to ask him to stay, but what she said ended up scolding Dudu, who looked confused and said, “I haven’t eaten either.”

Only Shen Wanyi asked softly, "Do you want to eat here?"

Li Zehua turned around and smiled, "No, I have an appointment with a friend."

He walked down the stairs in two or three steps and soon disappeared.

Chen Xiaomin was moved and said, "How pitiful, spending your birthday alone."

Shen Wanyi remained silent, only taking the Dudu from her, wondering what she was thinking...

Li Zehua really has an appointment.

When I returned to the rental house, Yang Zhichao was already waiting. "I just came here after a meeting. What's going on?"

"A friend invited me. I just happened to think of a good way to expand my business. It's hard to explain it over the phone. Come with me."

Walking along the alley with twists and turns, Yang Zhichao followed behind, confused, not understanding what business could be expanded here.

When I got there, I felt dizzy.

"That's it?"

A street lined with pushcarts, crowded with people, and doing booming business.

All the stalls are busy at this moment, full of the atmosphere of market life.

"That's it, follow me."

Li Zehua shuttled through the crowd and successfully found Zhang Zhengwu's stall. It had changed a lot. There was a barbecue stall next to the fried rice.
He is very busy at this moment.

Seeing another customer coming, he asked without even looking up, "What would you like to order?"

Li Zehua said with a smile, "Give me two handfuls of beef, and you can cook the rest as you like, a little spicy."

Zhang Zhengwu smiled when he heard this, "It's you, kid. You came so quickly."

His hands kept moving. "How is it, am I doing okay? If it were you, I'd just quit that crappy job and we could work together and make a lot of money every month."

"Thank you in advance for not forgetting me even after you became rich. But I'd better try my cooking first."

He asked Yang Zhichao to bring a table and chairs to sit down, and then opened a few bottles of beer.

"Look at this street. It's not even lunch time, but there are still so many people here. This is enough to prove the market potential."

Li Zehua pointed his finger, and Yang Zhichao seemed to be thinking, "You mean, we should develop customers in the night market?"

"Of course!"

I took apart the disposable bowls and chopsticks and poured myself a cup.
"Even though there is no storefront, the daily turnover is quite high. If we want to go beyond the campus, this is the best place to start."

Yang Zhichao emptied the plastic cup in his mouth, "I almost understand, but the night market opens late at night and we don't have enough staff!"

"If we don't have enough people, we can hire more! The night market and the breakfast shop are enough for us to expand outward and gain a firm foothold first."

It’s not their fault that they didn’t think of it before, but there is little demand for breakfast in the university town, and midnight snacks are basically mainly from the surrounding areas.

It was only when Zhang Zhengwu called him this time that he remembered, isn’t this an opportunity?

We are discussing how to develop new markets.

Zhang Zhengwu came over with a big bunch of skewers in his hand, smiling, "Come, try my cooking."

(End of this chapter)