Qin Mengyao turned her head. The corner of this guy's mouth was raised in a strong arc, and he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. The old god was there. What made her most angry was Zhao Tianyou's expression, which was a bit mocking and dismissive. The dignity of a teacher lies here.
It was a moment of great provocation.
"Zhao Tianyou, are you laughing at me?"
Zhao Tianyou became serious: "Teacher Qin, I have this intention."
His students laughed at him, and Qin Mengyao's face turned red: "Why?"
Zhao Tianyou stood up with his hands on his desk, leaned forward and looked at Qin Mengyao steadily: "Teacher Qin, I am already making money now."
Can a sixteen-year-old kid make money? It's just bragging without drafting. How can Qin Mengyao believe it?
Zhao Tianyou leaned back and smiled proudly: "Without investigation, you have no right to speak. Teacher Qin, you are my dear head teacher. If you don't believe me, you might as well go and do a home visit."
"Just go!" Qin Mengyao immediately packed up her books and followed Zhao Tianyou out.
Zhao Tianyou walked to the carport in three steps and pushed out his mount, a rather cool Qingqi motorcycle.
The blue paint shines with a dazzling metallic luster, and the streamlined tail is full of dynamics.
Lift your legs, take a step, start the engine, a series of movements that are free and easy.
"Boom!" With a roar, the Qingqi motorcycle roared. Zhao Tianyou handed the helmet to Qin Mengyao and said coolly: "Get in the car!"
With a completely commanding tone, Qin Mengyao subconsciously put on her helmet and sat in the back.
After sitting on it, Qin Mengyao realized that she had nowhere to put her hands. As a teacher, it was impossible to hold Zhao Tianyou. The impact would be too bad. Fortunately, there was a metal bracket on the back seat of the motorcycle, and Qin Mengyao held it firmly with both hands.
Bracket, his face turned red.
"Sit tight!" Zhao Tianyou warned, and the Qingqi roared and rushed out of the school gate.
"Wow, look!"
"It's Zhao Tianyou and Teacher Qin!"
"It's so cool and trendy. Is this the legendary teacher-student relationship?"
A group of students cheered loudly, and Qin Mengyao's face turned redder. She turned her head away and pretended not to hear.
"Teacher Qin, you are so nervous. I feel your heartbeat is spinning faster than my wheels!"
Qin Mengyao bit her lip and remained silent. She realized that she had made a mistake. Given the quality of the students in Class 1 and Class 3, there might be many versions of the rumor spread in the afternoon.
"Teacher Qin, hold me, I'm going to speed up!" Zhao Tianyou said in a deep voice.
The words were very normal, but it was a pity that Qin Mengyao couldn't see this guy's proud expression, otherwise she would definitely tear Zhao Tianyou's mouth to pieces.
"No! This is an alley!" Before Qin Mengyao finished speaking, a strong force came from her and she almost fell down.
This guy is such a bastard. He speeds up when asked to speed up. Qin Mengyao cursed secretly and had no choice but to hug Zhao Tianyou.
The motorcycle was flying with lightning speed, and the wind caused Qin Mengyao's hair to flutter in the wind, and the tips of her hair stung her cheeks. She couldn't see clearly in front of her, and could only feel the whistling wind. Qin Mengyao hugged Zhao Tianyou, feeling the youthful vitality in his body.
, a strange feeling spread throughout the body.
What's wrong with me? Qin Mengyao calmed down and loosened his arms. At this time, Zhao Tianyou had already driven the motorcycle to the door of his shop.
After pressing the brake, Zhao Tianyou stopped the motorcycle firmly, put his right foot on the ground, and smoothly swept the front of the car with his left foot to get off the motorcycle.
Qin Mengyao doesn't often ride a motorcycle, and she's wearing a skirt. Too much movement will inevitably reveal her beauty.
Zhao Tianyou smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and directly supported Qin Mengyao's shoulders, half-hugging her down.
Qin Mengyao's face turned red again. She looked up and saw two brick-and-wood butcher shops standing in the middle of Laomiao Street. This place was right at the intersection of the street where people gathered, and the business was very good. There were many customers even at noon.
Come and visit.
A young man in his early twenties saw Zhao Tianyou and ran over quickly with a flattering smile on his face: "Boss, why do you come back to see me when you have time?"
"Boss?" Qin Mengyao's mouth opened into the word "o". She looked at Zhao Tianyou from head to toe and then from feet to head as if looking at a monster. How could this kid look like a boss?
Zhao Tianyou ignored Qin Mengyao's surprise. He walked directly to the shop and inspected it.
"A Sheng, this piece of pork rib is cut too thick, which makes the tenderloin too thin. The price of tenderloin is 13.8 yuan, and the price of pork rib is only 9.8 yuan. You will lose three yuan with this cut."
"Buffalo, don't cut the knife like this. It will hurt the blade if you chop the bones like this."
After mentioning the order in the store, the clerks nodded repeatedly, and Zhao Tianyou took the account book and turned it over carefully.
Qin Mengyao was completely shocked at this time. She had also bought meat and knew some of the market prices. Seeing that Zhao Tianyou was so skilled, could it be that he had been doing this for a long time?
Qin Mengyao estimated that the two butcher shops were both at the entrance to the downtown area, and their daily income was around several thousand yuan, which was equivalent to two or three months of her own salary. Thinking of her criticism of Zhao Tianyou's lack of knowledge and skill, Qin Mengyao felt shameless.
Feeling hot, I felt a little ashamed.
"Boss, why does this meat have so much fascia?" An aunt in her fifties shook a piece of tenderloin dissatisfiedly.
The buffalo guy muttered dissatisfiedly: "Mom, there's no way the tenderloin doesn't have any fascia."
The aunt was very dissatisfied with the buffalo's attitude. She threw the tenderloin on the table: "No, no, what kind of attitude is this!"
The most taboo thing in business is returning goods. Zhao Tianyou walked to the chopping board and pushed the buffalo aside. His face turned into a flower with a smile: "Oh, isn't this Aunt Xu from the east end?"
Aunt Xu also recognized Zhao Tianyou, but her anger was not gone: "Xiao Zhao, I am a regular customer. I have been buying meat from you since the first day you killed pigs. You have to take care of me.
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"That's it, that's it!" Zhao Tianyou nodded while holding up a sharp knife. With one pick and one stroke, he removed the fascia, wrapped the meat with lotus leaves, then quickly put it on the palm leaves and handed it to Xu
Auntie came up and said, "Do you always see this?"
"OK! OK! Xiao Zhao, your service attitude is better." Aunt Xu said and looked at the buffalo with disdain.
Just as she was about to leave with the meat, Aunt Xu stopped again, looked at Zhao Tianyou and said mysteriously: "Xiao Zhao, let me ask you something."
"Everything Aunt Xu said is a good thing." Zhao Tianyou smiled gently. When facing guests, he was absolutely as pious as he was facing God.
"Xiao Zhao, do you have a girlfriend?" Aunt Xu lowered her voice and said mysteriously.
Zhao Tianyou glanced at Qin Mengyao intentionally or unintentionally. This look made Qin Mengyao's heart beat and her ears warm. The next words made the Chinese teacher grit his teeth: "How can a high school student like me, who is good at both morals and studies and is loved by everyone, violate this rule?"
School rules for falling in love? Aunt Xu, I have never touched a girl’s hand from kindergarten to now. Pure like that---oh, that’s right! Pure like this hanging pork, from the inside out.
It’s all white.”
Bragging, this guy has an unusually thick skin.
Aunt Xu looked at Qin Mengyao in disbelief, smiled mysteriously and said, "Xiao Zhao, I have you."
With that said, Aunt Xu staggered away with the tenderloin in hand. As she walked, she looked back at Qin Mengyao. Zhao Tianyou quickly made a "Don't say anything" expression, which made Qin Mengyao extremely depressed.
This guy deliberately created misunderstandings, and it seemed that he had to be taught a lesson.
But Qin Mengyao's words fell to her lips again. Thinking about it carefully, this guy didn't say anything outrageous, so it was better not to follow his lead.
Qin Mengyao snorted coldly. She raised her head and looked at the sky. The sun had reached the middle, and it was burning fiercely.
"Zhao Tianyou, I have classes in the afternoon, so it's time to go back."
"No! Teacher Qin, let's have lunch before leaving. It's rare for you to come to visit your home, so let me, a student, do my best to show my filial piety."
"Perform filial piety?" Qin Mengyao said with a "puff" smile: "Boy, it sounds like I am very old. Since you are so rich and so generous, you have to do it as a teacher and have a working meal. Remember, no more than three dishes per meal.