Author: Qicii

In the bedroom next door.

The four faces were so sore that they couldn't even eat. They were hungry and someone was laughing at them. Their faces turned red with anger. However, when they opened their mouths, they felt the flesh on their faces begin to hurt.

Too many people came, and the other roommates were so annoyed that they picked up their brooms and drove them out. They locked the door with a bang, turned to look at them and said, "It's true that evil people get their rewards! They spend all day mocking others about their family situation and making fun of others.

You are ugly... now you are the most like a joke!"

The four dared not speak out in anger.

I kept speculating in my mind.

In the end, the only person they laughed at was Miss Wen. Could she really be their nemesis?

The four of them looked at each other, took a piece of scratch paper and turned it over to write.

[No. 1: Have you heard about Wen Xiaomei’s nemesis? 】

The three of them shook their heads.

Number 1 grabbed the pen and wrote it out as fast as possible: [I heard from Xiao Min that after she was born, there was a lot of noise at home, her mother’s job as a teacher was also replaced by others, and her grandparents didn’t have a baby for a long time.

died……】

At the end of writing, she wrote two words: [Nemesis!]

Numbers 2, 3, and 4 looked at each other, and they all raised their hands to touch their faces.

No. 4 grabbed the pen and wrote: [You'd better stop talking about her! I'm afraid she will retaliate again!]

No. 2’s eyes were red: [That’s right! This happened to me suddenly without even saying anything, please stop saying a few words!]

No. 3 was not written because No. 1 was angry.

Grabbing the pen: [!! It’s all my fault?! Didn’t you say anything about her? You said her parents didn’t want her! I didn’t learn how to walk on one leg...!]

The four people made a lot of noise, attracting the other people to look at them.

It turned out that the four of them were quarreling on the scratch paper.

Accusations come and go, but you don’t think it’s your fault.

After their roommate in the upper bunk saw clearly what they wrote, he rolled his eyes.

No wonder he got retribution!

Early the next morning, Wen Xiaomei and Wen Fang were still reading aloud at the door of the dormitory, and many people came over to make friends with her out of nowhere.

She got to know a lot of people at once.

Although I don’t remember who followed whom.

But the feeling of making friends is not bad.

Wen Fang whispered to Miss Wen: "They think those four people were punished because they offended you, and now they are afraid of being retaliated by you."

Miss Wen: "..."

No wonder.

But if they didn't provoke her, how could she retaliate against them?

Although there are many memories of school bullying in the original owner's memory, they seem to be trivial things.

Little sister Wen would never bully her back because of these fragmentary memories, and she must not be exhausted to death.

Wen Fang thought she was sad, so she quickly said: "It's okay."

When Miss Wen was rich in her previous life, she didn't care about vanity. What's more, now she is so poor that she can't wait to break her two cents into two and spend them.

Soon the corridor began to fill up again, and everyone began to carry textbooks. Until the light at the end of the corridor became brighter, everyone put away their benches, put on their schoolbags and walked out.

Eat and attend class as usual.

At noon, Wen Xiaomei originally wanted to trouble Wen Fang and didn't want to walk back and forth. Who knew that Wen Xiaomin came over and said to her: "My mother is opening a stall today, please go and help."

"What?"

How long has it been?

Have everything ready?

Wen Xiaomin looks a little mellow now, and she doesn't suffer much from morning sickness, so class is not too bad for her.

She stood next to Miss Wen and her tone was even more arrogant: "Go quickly, don't think that you can be lazy just because you hurt your foot. If you want to share the money, you have to work hard."

Wen Fang next to them looked at them, waiting for Little Sister Wen to say.

"Okay, A Fang, let's go outside and invite my sister to join us."

Judging from Wen Xiaomin's appearance, maybe Jiang's business was pretty good, so Wen Xiaomei naturally had to call two good friends over.

However this is not the case.

Because Jiang's prices are one or two cents higher than others, many people avoid selling even if they smell the fragrance, which makes Jiang's anxious.

So when Wen Xiaomin came out to meet Chen Rong for dinner, she asked her to call her Wen Xiaomei.

When Jiang saw Miss Wen, it was as if she saw a life-saving straw.

"Little sister, look how come I've made three pots of vegetables and no one comes to buy them?"

As soon as Miss Wen looked at the countertop and several benches, she knew that Mr. Jiang really wanted to make money.

She didn't know how to do it herself, but she was hungry, so she said, "Auntie, don't worry, you can get us some food first. Do you have any food?"

"No... I don't have enough rice and noodles at home for us to eat, so why don't we give it up!" Mrs. Jiang explained hurriedly, took out three more bowls and scooped out vegetables for them.

Little sister Wen looked around.

Seeing how hard it was for her to poke her head around, Shen Jiaomei whispered: "There is a steamed bun seller over there. His steamed buns are more expensive, but they are quite delicious. Do you want some?"

Xiaomei Wen still trusted Shen Jiaomei and immediately took out a dollar and gave it to her: "If you want, buy a few."

Shen Jiaomei was not polite and went to buy steamed buns after taking the money.

It’s a dime a piece, which is really expensive!

But it's better than being big. You should be full after eating half of it. Share one with each person and eat with vegetables.

Miss Wen tried to sell again.

"A bowl of vegetarian dishes costs 30 cents, and a bowl of meat dishes costs 50 cents. Come and take a look when you pass by. The steamed buns and rice are especially delicious!"

Wen Fang and Shen Jiaomei both looked at her in surprise.

Little sister Wen's ears turned red after being looked at, so she picked up a piece of meat and ate it.

The three of them eat here without worrying about attracting people.

Soon a grandma came up and asked what kind of food there was. It smelled so delicious and the three girls ate so deliciously.

Jiang, who usually wanted to walk sideways in the village, did not dare to say hello.

Having no choice, Xiaomei Wen immediately asked her to take out a small bowl, pierce the meat with a toothpick and pass it over: "Grandma, do you want to try this meat? It's delicious. Although my aunt's cooking is not as good as that of state-owned restaurants, it is still good. Absolutely delicious!”

It looked like Jiang's hands were tangled together.

Of course the meat is delicious!

Grandma glanced at Mrs. Jiang, took it and ate it. She thought it was just like that, but she didn't expect it to be really good. She didn't know what was stir-fried, and it was a little sour and sweet.

She is old now and cannot eat anything well.

Only today, she wanted to fill all the toothpicks.

"What's all fried here?" Grandma asked, staring at the meat and vegetable basin.

Seeing that the first order was about to happen, Miss Wen immediately called Mrs. Jiang and said, "Auntie."

Jiang stumbled over what condiments were added.

When she heard that there were tomatoes, she interrupted. This was a recipe for people to make money, and it was hard to ask anyone for more information.

"Give me a bowl of everything." Grandma said immediately. She turned around and saw Little Sister Wen secretly eating against the wall, and pointed: "I want a steamed bun too!"

"Grandma, the steamed buns are not from my family, they are from that family. Come here and I will share half with you." Miss Wen was stunned for a while. Seeing that Mrs. Jiang had quickly prepared three dishes, she immediately broke off half a piece of steamed bun and handed it over.

Grandma doesn’t mind it either.

After paying the money, start eating.

Even half a steamed bun was not enough, so I had to tell Mrs. Jiang: "My family lives nearby. I will bring the food back and bring you the bowl later!"

How could Mrs. Jiang refuse to give in? She held a dollar and a dime in her hand and said with excitement, "Okay! Auntie, please slow down!"
Chapter completed!