Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 231 People I Don't Want to See
Although he plans to make a living based on his "culinary skills," it doesn't mean that Han Zhou is prepared to pin his future on this skill.

His current thinking is very clear: now that he has mastered the two top learning skills of "learning by analogy" and "photographic memory", he should make good use of them. He can't rely on the status bar for everything, because that thing might disappear one day. Once knowledge is learned, it will always be his own.

Therefore, in addition to honing his skills and making a little money, he plans to learn some practical things on his own while setting up his stall, such as computer technology and financial knowledge, which can be said to be a win-win situation.

Without hesitation, after learning about the precautions for setting up a roadside stall, Han Zhou got a small cart and went to the school gate the next afternoon, finding a good location to set up his stall.

He doesn't have classes in the afternoon, and there's usually a lot of foot traffic during that time, so business should be pretty good.

He was not afraid of the urban management officers; he didn't believe any of them could catch him.

He poured hot oil, put down his small stool, and picked up a book on finance to read.

I borrowed this book from Zhong Ling, who is a finance student. When she learned that he wanted to learn about finance, she was very happy and said that she had been studying hard and that he could come to her anytime if he had any questions. She would ask the teacher if he didn't know the answer.

What a gentle senior student...

Han Zhou sighed inwardly, then lowered his head to read, completely oblivious to the urge to hawk his wares.

However, as he expected, it can only be said that looks are always an invisible asset. Seeing such a handsome young man setting up a stall while studying diligently with a book in his hand, passing men might not feel anything special, but it has a considerable attraction for women, especially older women.

"Hi student, how much are the grilled sausages?"

Not long after he sat down, two women dressed in formal attire appeared in front of the stall, looking at Han Zhou with smiles on their faces. They asked questions in very soft voices, as if afraid of disturbing the young man's studies.

Han Zhou stood up, placed the book upside down on the small stool, and smiled warmly: "This isn't a grilled sausage, it's deep-fried, two yuan a piece."

The woman on the left was clearly attracted to good looks; her eyes widened at the smile, and a blush even appeared on her face. She looked away as she said, "Then we'll take two...no, four!"

Han Zhou's smile remained unchanged, but he was actually startled by the woman's shy expression. He quickly checked his skill bar, afraid that he might have unknowingly acquired some random skill.

Thankfully, it was just a false alarm. Nothing was added to my skill list. I just wonder if I'll get some weird skill like "Starch Sausage Specialty" after setting up my stall for a few more days...

Although he knew that his strength lay in his "culinary expertise" and that all he had to do was throw the starch sausage into the pot, these were the first customers after all, and even for the sake of his reputation, he still had to put on a show.

So he pretended to turn the starch sausage over a few times, and when he saw that it was almost done, he took it out and asked while sticking bamboo skewers on it, "Do you need chili?"

"No need, I can't eat spicy food."

The woman on the left looked away absently, smiled, and took the sausage. She could have taken them all at once, but she insisted on taking them one by one, lightly touching Han Zhou's fingertips each time.

A companion noticed this and teased, "I think it's not that you can't handle spicy food, but that you're already suffering from the spiciness!"

"You're so talkative..."

The woman blushed, but seeing that Han Zhou didn't seem offended, she felt relieved. She gave him an apologetic look, paid the bill, and then turned and left with her companion.

Am I being teased?

Society is truly terrifying...

Han Zhou shook his head inwardly, but before he could even sit down, he saw the two women return, both with incredulous expressions on their faces: "Classmate, why is your starch sausage so delicious?"

Han Zhou paused for a moment, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He said, "Of course, it's because I have a secret formula."

"But you didn't add anything just now..."

The two women looked puzzled, but didn't press the matter. Instead, they asked expectantly, "Could you fry six more for us?"

Eating five sticks by yourself? Are you all like Guzheng, with a naturally slim physique...?

"of course can."

Han Zhou threw six starch sausages into the pot.

The woman, who claimed she couldn't eat spicy food, stared at the pot for a while, but seeing nothing amiss, she took the initiative to chat with Han Zhou: "Excuse me, you must be a student at Lin University, right?"

"Yes."

"Freshman year?"

"Correct."

Han Zhou was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself that this woman's guess was quite accurate.

Seemingly noticing his surprise, the woman smiled and explained, "I also graduated from Linda University back then, so I'm your senior. Our workplaces are close by, so I come back to visit the school from time to time. I've never seen a guy as handsome as you before."

"You've probably never seen a handsome guy who's quite your type before, have you?" the woman next to her said with a laugh, revealing her suspicion. "I remember that student named Zhang Ziwen was pretty handsome too, wasn't he?" "I told you not to be so talkative!"

"..."

Over the next few hours, this senior from the Korean university, who was almost a decade younger than him, asked him several questions in a row. She only left reluctantly after receiving the sausage, and before leaving, she specifically asked him if he would come tomorrow.

Han Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he acted quickly enough; otherwise, the senior who had been subtly hinting that she wanted a younger boyfriend might have already started asking for his contact information.

He sat down to continue studying, and after a short while another guest arrived, also a woman.

This woman wasn't so fussy. After taking the fried sausage, she prepared to leave. However, her reaction was the same as the two women before her. Her face first showed disbelief, and then she turned back and asked for two more sausages.

A 20% increase in taste is an unprecedented experience for most people, especially on their first taste. The taste buds are overwhelmed by the deliciousness, and the surprised expression will almost naturally appear.

Therefore, Han Zhou couldn't understand how Mo Yixia could remain calm after eating gourmet food. Was she really a professionally trained agent?
After that, several more customers came in one after another. Not all of them were attracted by Han Zhou's handsome appearance. Some were curious because they noticed the reactions of the previous customers. Their reactions were almost identical. After tasting the starch sausage for the first time, they would excitedly ask for two more.

So Han Zhou learned his lesson and started frying two extra sausages whenever a customer came in. This decision proved to be quite wise, saving him a lot of time from frying the sausages a second time.

Meanwhile, as time went by, more and more pedestrians appeared on the road. Many passersby were attracted by Han Zhou's behavior of "buying one and frying three" each time. At first, they thought it was just a gimmick, since starch sausages are just so-so no matter how much they are fried. But after tasting them themselves, they exclaimed that they were really delicious.

As a result, more and more customers gathered around Han Zhou's small stall. As the number of customers increased, Han Zhou lost interest in reading and kept getting up to repeatedly put down and pick up the starch sausages.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he wasn't flustered by the guests' noise. He remembered exactly who paid how much and how many sausages they wanted, and everything proceeded smoothly.

Money is so easy to make...

Looking at the customers coming and going, Han Zhou couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but he quickly became alert. The reason he felt that money was easy to earn was entirely due to the unreasonable skills in the status bar. He couldn't be arrogant and complacent because of this, thinking it was the result of his outstanding abilities.

Han Zhou thought that even with his "culinary expertise" as a safety net, he would at least have some starch sausages left unsold on his first day of setting up a stall. But to his surprise, they were all sold out before dinner time. Han Zhou couldn't help but feel regretful, thinking that he should have prepared more starch sausages.

Composing himself, he smiled wryly at the customers gathered around his stall and said apologetically, "I'm sorry everyone, I only had enough prepared today. I've run out of starch sausages and can't sell any more to you. Please come again next time. I have to close up shop now."

Sold out?
These words immediately caused the guests who had been waiting anxiously to let out wails of despair.

"Why didn't you prepare more? Do you know how I spent these ten minutes?"

"Dude, that's not very nice of you. I've been waiting here for almost ten minutes, my mouth is practically dry. You could at least leave me some..."

"Are you coming again tomorrow? Your fried skewers are so delicious, I want to bring my girlfriend to try them tomorrow."

"Don't you still have one? Why don't you take it home for your girlfriend?"

"Oh, this is cold, it's bad for your stomach. My girlfriend likes it hot."

"Bro, my stomach just likes cold food, why don't you let me try some?"

"Hey stall owner, I've been waiting for almost half an hour and haven't gotten anything to eat. Could you leave me a message on Fetion so I can let you know when you open your stall tomorrow?"

“Little girl, even my unborn grandson could hear the sound of your abacus.”

"..."

Han Zhou ignored all the nonsense and only answered the most practical question: "I will come again tomorrow, but I have classes all day, so I should only have time in the evening. Also, please don't pull my clothes, especially the one who touched my belt, I'm going to get angry."

What's wrong with these women these days? I'm selling sausages, not my body. Can't they be a little more reserved?
Huh? Why are you, a guy, pulling down my pants?
After finally shaking off the persistent customers, Han Zhou calculated his earnings for the day. He had brought three hundred starch sausages, and now they were all sold out, earning him six hundred, for a net profit of four hundred and twenty.

It doesn't seem like much, but this is just the earnings from less than three hours. If we hadn't been unprepared, today's earnings would have been even higher.

It seems that if things really don't work out in the future, at least I'll have the skill of selling starch sausages to support myself...

Speaking of which, my starch sausages are so delicious, and with my current face, I wonder if I can get a title like "Most Handsome Fried Skewers Guy" like the "Most Beautiful Cleaner" or "Most Beautiful Milk Tea Girl" from my past life...

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Han Zhou packed up his stall in a good mood, carefully packed the books he had borrowed from Zhong Ling into plastic bags to avoid accidentally getting them stained with oil, and then pushed his cart toward school.

This cart was rented at the school gate and can be returned to the shop next to the school.

As dusk fell, the autumn wind brought a touch of coolness, pushing the already fading sun further down the mountain. The sunlight gradually disappeared, and the dim darkness silently emerged, overlooking the earth.

Lights illuminated the surroundings, like starlight embedded in the ground.

For Han Zhou, this should have been a nice dusk, and the poems he used to describe dusk in his previous life had already popped into his mind.

Unfortunately, on his way back to school, he saw someone he didn't really want to see.

(End of this chapter)