I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 718 Mom Loves You Again 7
The accommodation at Yaoyang International School is excellent, so the accommodation fees are not cheap.

But not everyone will live on campus.

Some students from families with sufficient financial means, who do not want the hassle of commuting to and from school, choose to live on campus.

Students like Wang Changyan and his three friends, who came from very wealthy families, often had extracurricular activities after school, and were not very obedient, would naturally not live on campus.

No matter how good the school's facilities are, it's never as comfortable as sleeping at home.

Guan Tong's family was quite poor; they already had a hard time paying for her tuition, let alone extra money for her accommodation.

Therefore, all of them were commuters.

There's always something near every school.

Even at expensive schools like Yaoyang International School, there are plenty of snack stalls near the school gate.

This is not much different from that of a regular school.

Every afternoon when school lets out, various food stalls crowd the area not far from the gate of Yaoyang International School.

Among the shops along the street, many are restaurants.

However, students usually find the food at food stalls to be the most tempting and delicious.

It's a little past 5 p.m. now, which is when school lets out.

All sorts of luxury cars were parked at the school gate, mostly there to pick up day students after school.

Since that incident a year ago, Wang Yanchang and his three friends have been picked up and dropped off by a driver every day to and from school.

At first, the four of them were quite uncomfortable and felt restricted in their movements. However, they gradually developed various ways to deal with the driver.

Their parents are usually very busy, and they have more than one child in the family. They usually leave things to the driver and don't worry about them much.

So over time, whether or not they have a driver makes little difference to them.

If they want to go out and do bad things, no one can stop them.

To keep their jobs, the drivers are now complicit in lying to the young masters and ladies.

Having learned from Luo Zhixuan's experience, Wang Changyan and his team became even more meticulous in their work, leaving no fatal flaws.

The girls who were hurt could only swallow their pain and silently endure the nightmares they brought.

People in Wang Changyan's parents' hometown like to eat strong-flavored food, so he grew up eating food with a strong palate.

Recently, a new fried food stall has appeared among the food stalls outside the school.

The variety of fried skewers there is very extensive.

Meat options include pork, beef, and lamb skewers, meatballs, crab sticks, shrimp dumplings, fried fish, prawns, squid rings, chicken cutlets, sausages, cartilage, etc.
Vegetarian options include enoki mushrooms, chives, and green peppers; potatoes, eggplant, and lotus root slices; cauliflower, green beans, and cabbage; tofu, shiitake mushrooms, and kelp; rice cakes, steamed buns, and fried pancakes, among others.
The variety of dishes was vast, far exceeding the selection offered by any other stall in the vicinity.

This alone has attracted many people to come.

Moreover, the aroma of this fried skewers is so enticing that it can be smelled from miles away and is deeply ingrained in people's minds.

The enticing aroma alone is enough to draw many people to it.

Add to that the crackling sound of the frying skewers and the sizzling sound of the food cooking in the oil, and it's all so irresistible that you can't help but swallow your saliva.

The fried skewers, golden and crispy, are served with a secret sauce. One bite and you can't help but close your eyes and praise them.

This small fried food stall has achieved a perfect balance of color, aroma, and taste. And that's not all; you also need to add a sensory element: hearing.

Customers who have tried it all say it's delicious and they want to eat it again.

The fried food stall has only been open for a few days, but it has already become the most popular place among all the food stalls.

Guests arrived in a steady stream.

Seeing how thriving the fried skewers business was, many other food vendors around looked on with envy. The fried skewer stall had no name; it simply had two eye-catching signs that read "Fried Skewers."

The proprietress is called Sister Lan, and everyone in the area knows that.

During their spare time, other vendors curiously asked the stall owner, "Sister Lan, why don't you give your stall a name?"

Sister Lan wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and smiled slightly, "As long as everyone remembers that my fried skewers are delicious, it doesn't matter whether they have a name or not."

Everyone nodded, looking like they understood but not quite.

However, the food at Sister Lan's place is indeed delicious.

Students at Yaoyang International School, in particular, have recently been enjoying this newly opened fried skewers.

It's not just day students who like it; even some boarding students come to eat a few skewers after school before heading back to school.

Wang Changyan, who has a strong palate, was attracted by the fragrant aroma when he passed by this area of ​​food stalls.

He tilted his head slightly, sniffed, and followed the rich aroma of chili powder, cumin, and pepper to the fried food stall.

The woman standing in front of the fried food stall, busy at work, was in her forties.

She wore a low ponytail with some wisps of hair on her forehead and a pair of tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses.

She must have been exposed to the sun for a long time, which is why her skin has a healthy tan.

Despite being exposed to cooking fumes for extended periods, her pores are fine and her skin is very smooth.

If it weren't for the fine lines around her eyes and her slightly deep, husky voice, you wouldn't guess that this woman was over forty.

Her apron was clean and tidy, unlike some of the vendors around her whose aprons were covered in grease and dirt that had accumulated over the years.

It's clear that this person is very clean and knows how to take care of themselves.

Her vendor cart, like herself, was very clean.

All the ingredients were neatly arranged, and both the vegetarian and meat dishes were very fresh.

Wang Changyan loves to eat meat dishes. He likes all kinds of meat, including meatballs and sausages that are essentially fake meats mixed with a lot of starch.

When choosing the vegetables, he did not ask about the prices.

Wang Changyan could take over the entire food stall like this without even flinching.

Xu Haoran and Guo Xu came with Wang Changyan. When they saw Wang Changyan picking out fried skewers, they couldn't help but feel a little tempted, so they also started picking some out for themselves.

Before the three of them, there were already students waiting there.

But seeing that Wang Changyan had made his choice, the student very consciously stepped back two steps, leaving the seat empty for him.

Wang Changyan was very pleased with his student's thoughtfulness. He walked up to Sister Lan and handed her a large pile of meat dishes that he had selected.

The woman wearing tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses glanced at Wang Changyan casually as she took the ingredients, and then asked a question.

Do you want some chili?

Wang Changyan nodded, "Yes, more, and stronger flavor."

Sister Lan nodded and agreed.

Then she lowered her head and placed the meat dishes into the oil pan one by one.

From Wang Changyan's perspective, the woman's glasses were somewhat reflective, making it difficult to see her eyes clearly.

In that brief moment when their eyes met in mid-air, he suddenly felt that those eyes looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Wish you sweet dreams and good night (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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