Liu Yan just got into high school this year. Although his grades were average in junior high school, if he followed his usual grades, he would not be able to get into high school in the high school entrance exam.
However, one month before the high school entrance examination, he got up early and went to bed late every day, studied hard, and slept for four hours a day.
A glass of milk in the morning and a glass of milk in the evening, even the focus is very concentrated, especially during the morning period, it is very easy to memorize things.
It may be because of his hard work, or it may be because he is lucky and the gods favor him. In the middle school entrance examination, he just crossed the score line of the second high school and successfully entered the second high school.
It was originally a pleasure to get the notice, but he finally got into high school and had books to read. He didn't have to go home to inherit his father's butcher shop or go out to work.
However, when he thought of going to high school, he could not eat delicious buns, and drank delicious porridge and rich fresh milk, so he could only eat in the school cafeteria. He was less happy to get the notice.
Fortunately, the canteen of the second-year high school middle school also cooperated with the breakfast shop in the town. Although there were no various porridge and side dishes, there were fresh milk and buns, which was enough.
But, fresh milk is limited, and you have already gone there, and you have not been there later.
In order to drink fresh milk every morning, Liu Yan has made himself a track and field champion!
There is no way, the school has nearly 5,000 staff members. I heard that the cafeteria supplies 500 kilograms of milk every day, so it is definitely impossible to drink it if you go slowly.
The competition is so fierce that students like Liu Yan who can drink fresh milk every day are definitely the best.
But this time, Liu Yan and several classmates in the dormitory rushed to the cafeteria and successfully grabbed fresh milk. Liu Yan frowned.
"Liu Yan, why don't you eat? I'm sick? You don't usually have this kind of food for you." The classmate sitting opposite him asked.
"The milk tastes wrong today." Liu Yan moved his nose and took another sip. "This is definitely not right. We usually drink it, but it tastes stronger than this milk, and this is a bit greasy."
When the man heard this, he immediately took a sip, "It's really wrong."
A few people around me followed suit, "Why is this milk a little fishy today? It must not be the kind we usually drink."
"This bun tastes wrong? You can eat the filling just by taking a small bite. I have been gnawing out for a moon, and I haven't even seen the shadow of the filling yet!"
Some classmates complained at the next table.
"No, the pork-filled buns I ate yesterday don't taste this way. Why is the taste of this bun so much worse today?"
"It's a waste! I ran all the way from the fifth floor to the cafeteria. The milk tastes wrong and the buns tastes wrong. Is it because the boss cut corners to make money?"
The students started to talk, and the spacious cafeteria was buzzing like a vegetable market, with dissatisfaction everywhere.
Anyway, there are all kinds of things to say, and the most common thing is to scold the canteen owner. He is too unintentional. In order to reduce costs and replace suppliers in order to make money, he is simply a brutal businessman!
This incident spread in the cafeteria one morning, and almost all students in the school knew about it during the break.
In fact, most students don’t know who the owner of the canteen is, but this does not prevent them from cursing a bad boss behind their backs and doing nothing.
The boys in Liu Yan and their dormitory are more informative.ωωw..net
There was a boy who was thinner than a girl who knew that Yuan Yiming was the owner of the canteen and also knew a little about him.
In order to ensure that their guess was correct, Liu Yan also went to the telephone booth to call home to inquire about the news.
God knows that Liu Qing stayed at the butcher shop every day, selling pork while chatting with the owners of the shops on both sides. When the phone rang, Liu Qing was so proud that he saw the familiar public phone number.
"They all say that their daughter is my father's little cotton-padded jacket, and my son is not bad at all. He is particularly concerned about my mother and I. Even if I go to school, I will call us several times a week. I'm going to give it to you again.
I called, I must have missed me!"
The familiar shop owners around were not in a good mood.
Because, one of their children works in another place, let alone making a phone call a week, they may not necessarily make a phone call home for a month.
Another person who works in another place to go to college, but this person calls his home once a month, which is very punctual and never misses it, but he always costs living expenses.
Compared with the two, Liu Qing's son is much better than their children.
The two of them looked at Liu Qing's showing off, and each rolled their eyes and threw them over. Since Liu Yan was admitted to high school, this person has begun to show off!
He always looks proud and makes people feel so angry that he deserves to be beaten.
If they had known that Liu Yan had called at this time, they would definitely not have chatted with him at this time!
In order to show off, Liu Qing also turned on the amplification of his mobile phone, striving to let the two shop owners hear the conversation between them clearly and show off more thoroughly.
He glanced at the two of them and said loudly, "Hey, son! Do you miss me and your mother? Do you miss home..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an anxious voice on the phone, "Dad! Dad! Dad! When did you become so numb? I'm so anxious!"
"Hurry and help me go to the breakfast shop opposite and ask if Aunt Li doesn't cooperate with our second high school cafeteria? Hurry! Hurry!"
Liu Qing's expression changed suddenly.
Silence, silence is the bridge of care tonight.
Liu Qing was very embarrassed when he failed to show off his flaunt, but was slapped in the face by his son.
One person smiled and said, "This is the first time I have seen such a small cotton jacket!"
The other person followed suit, "Well, the cotton jacket leaked."
Liu Qing: “…”
What else can he say?
Liu Yan didn't hear the reply, and became even more anxious. The whole dormitory was surrounded by the public telephone, waiting for the answer. Liu Yan was under a lot of pressure.
"Dad!! Go and ask me quickly, our classmates are all waiting!" Liu Yan urged.