These students had never tasted fried chicken wings.
But knowing that Xia Ping and Tong Wen were once employees of Meng Chuyue, they must have tasted many good things from her.
Now, both of them were staring at the fried chicken wings with eager eyes, what did that imply?
That meant... these fried chicken wings must be amazingly delicious.
Oh, how they wanted to eat them, to swap the vegetables in their hands for fried chicken wings, but it was too late, wasn’t it?
At this moment, Xia Ping had already started to hand out fried chicken wings to the girls.
The boys wanted to cry.
Meng Chuyue couldn’t help but chuckle as she opened up a small bucket, "Xia Ping’s actions today have moved me, so I made some extra fried chicken wings for everyone to try. Xia Ping can have her share returned to her as well. But, just this once, alright? Even if you follow Xia Ping’s example in the future, I won’t soften my heart."
After a round of hearty laughter, everyone happily received their chicken wings.
Once the food was distributed, Meng Chuyue said, "Students who are being picked up can have their parents or bodyguards come to me for a sign-out. Those who received the food award can take their food home to share with their family, but remember to bring the bowls and plates back to me tomorrow, okay?"
After another wave of laughter, many students began preparing to go home.
After eating the fried chicken wings, Shen Wenqian sat at her seat, gazing at Meng Chuyue.
When most of the students had left, she approached Meng Chuyue, "Teacher Meng, can I buy some of these fried chicken wings? Today would be fine, tomorrow too."
Meng Chuyue gently shook her head, "No, if I agree for you, I’d have to agree for everyone else. The supplies are limited, and I can’t provide enough. Otherwise, I wouldn’t run the Fruit Store but would directly open a restaurant."
Shen Wenqian quietly looked at Meng Chuyue, who seemed even younger than she appeared, and smiled proudly, "My family has some connections. Why don’t you tell me what supplies you need, and I can help you get them?"
Meng Chuyue turned her head to look at her, "These are the materials the owner of the Fruit Store got for me, and the craftsmanship was taught by her. She didn’t tell me how to get the supplies; apparently, they came from a national research institute."
Shen Wenqian did not expect this outcome and felt like losing her temper.
However, knowing it wasn’t the right time to fall out with Meng Chuyue, she smiled slightly, "In that case, never mind."
While they talked, Shen Wenxi was sitting at his seat quietly watching them.
He had already packed the braised pork and pickled cabbage fish he ordered today, and his backpack was also ready.
He had been silent the whole time, only after Shen Wenqian finished speaking did he glare at her dissatisfied, then left ahead of her.
After sending off the last student, who was also on cleaning duty, Meng Chuyue closed the doors and windows of the building and went back to the Fruit Store.
Shen Ci and Han Muyang had finished eating, and the dishes were already tidied up.
Although Han Muyang could have left, he wanted to secure his position as class leader, so he stayed to ask Shen Ci for tutoring.
Even though he didn’t need to take the college entrance exam, he still needed good grades for university, didn’t he?
Shen Ci did not refuse and set him some practice questions, then began to plan his future tutoring schedule.
After Han Muyang left, Shen Ci helped Meng Chuyue close the shop. While they were going upstairs, he said warmly, "I’m planning to re-open my mom’s restaurant. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Meng Chuyue was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Do you think today’s fried chicken wings would sell well?"
"Of course they’d sell, but I’ve already taken too much from you, I can’t take any more."
Meng Chuyue quietly looked at this fool for a while, "What if I came in as a technical partner? Would you want that?"
Shen Ci’s mind exploded, then he looked at her with fiery eyes, "Of course I would, only a fool would not."
Meng Chuyue took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and whispered, "Aren’t you a fool? Okay, let’s not talk about this today, we’ll discuss it in detail tomorrow."
After finishing her words, she rushed into the second-floor room like she was fleeing, swiftly and deftly closing the door behind her.