The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Zheng Xiaopeng started selling food purely on a whim.

Plus, it sold really well the past two days, which made me feel a great sense of accomplishment, and it still feels fresh now.

When I'm in a good mood, the dishes I make are always very substantial, and I don't make a profit at all.

He boasted, "Braised duck with potatoes, stir-fried tomatoes and zucchini, stir-fried minced meat and bean sprouts!"

The workers were delighted: "Two meat dishes?"

Zheng Xiaopeng waved his hand and said, "That bean sprout doesn't count. It's just a little bit of minced meat. Consider it a gift I gave to everyone today because I'm happy."

It's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal, so hurry up and pay for one.

Previously, the workers were inexperienced and didn't bring their own bowls. Fortunately, Huang Yanqiu reminded them, and Zheng Xiaopeng then brought his own bowls from home to serve everyone rice.

Now that we know there's fast food here, most of the workers brought their own lunchboxes to fill up.

Those who didn't bring their own lunchboxes can use Zheng Xiaopeng's bowls; you can add as much as you want except for meat.

Besides the fixed meat dishes, the workers could serve themselves as much of the other two dishes as they wanted.

Today there's an extra dish of stir-fried bean sprouts with soybean paste. Even a fool would scoop out an extra spoonful, which annoyed those who came later so they couldn't get any more food.

However, Zheng Xiaopeng's portion sizes were reasonable. Although he couldn't get a bargain, he made sure everyone received their share of the 80 cents he was entitled to.

The workers who arrived later could only say enviously, "I'll be the first one here tomorrow!"

Zheng Xiaopeng tidied up the empty vegetable basins, laughing and saying, "There might not be any minced meat tomorrow."

Gao Qinghe and Huang Yanqiu, who were standing by watching, were speechless.

Well, seeing the worker's face darken, the two looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

With Zheng Xiaopeng's low emotional intelligence, I don't know how many more days he can keep this job.

But before the two could finish shaking their heads, Zheng Xiaopeng added:
"But every now and then, as long as I can get more meat for everyone, I'll try my best to make sure everyone gets their money's worth for the food!"

The worker immediately laughed again.

Someone urged him, "Make more. The later arrivals won't be able to buy any of these dishes and will just have to watch us eat. That would be so embarrassing."

He said he was embarrassed, but when he looked at his coworker standing next to him eating a steamed bun and his own pickled cabbage, his eyes were full of smugness.

When a group of men get together, they can't stop talking about women and that kind of thing.

Someone knocked on Zheng Xiaopeng's car and whispered to him who the two women standing behind the tree were.

One black pearl, one white pearl.

Black pearls are already very beautiful, but white pearls are even more stunning, radiating iridescent light.

Zheng Xiaopeng scratched his head and smiled, saying that the one with the big belly was his wife.

The other one was his wife's cousin, who came to visit her sister.

Just to add, they just got married; they just had their wedding ceremony.

Immediately, a row of regretful and envious sighs rose from the roadside.

Hearing the commotion, Gao Qinghe, who was hiding behind a tree to enjoy the shade, thought that Zheng Xiaopeng had a kind of serious sense of humor.

Perhaps their food-selling business will last longer than they imagine.

Huang Yanqiu complained: "Anyone could do it for a long time, cooking for fifty people every day without fail, and not getting tired at all."

She's not even as good as someone who plows half the land.

Gao Qinghe gave her a look, "You are you."

She can't possibly cook for fifty people.

Seeing that Zheng Xiaopeng had sold out of food and was about to close up shop, Huang Yanqiu told him and then got on the back of Gao Qinghe's bicycle.

Gao Qinghe was surprised, "How did your belly grow so fast?"

The two of them sat together, their bellies pressing against her.

She wasn't showing at all a month ago.

Huang Yanqiu was also new to this and had no idea what it was, so she just said whatever came to mind:

"You ate too much? At five months, she should be getting pregnant soon."

"Look at those calves back home, they're already running around all over the place at just five months old!"

Gao Qinghe: "." "Hey!" Huang Yanqiu suddenly remembered and asked, "Where are we going?"

Gao Qinghe replied with a smile, "I'm going to register at the driving school."

"It's done?" Huang Yanqiu was overjoyed.

Gao Qinghe nodded. "Don't you trust me to handle things?"

"Great!"

Huang Yanqiu was overjoyed; she finally had something to do.

If she continues to be so idle, she's afraid she'll fall in love with a life of doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

There is only one driving school in Qing County, which is run by the traffic police brigade.

We only started recruiting ordinary students in the first half of this year.

Not only are the tuition fees high, but most people won't accept you as a student unless they have connections.

Gao Qinghe didn't bother to ask how much Jiang Baohai had spent; if he said it was settled, then it was settled.

The driving school was on the other side of the county town, and it took the two of them twenty minutes to get there by bike.

It was a desolate place with a practice lane set up inside, but it was still a gravel road, incomparable to the conditions of professional driving schools in later generations.

In her previous life, Gao Qinghe didn't get her driver's license until she was thirty-five, and afterwards she fell in love with driving without any restraint.

At this moment, the two stood on the training ground where yellow sand filled the sky, and Gao Qinghe felt a sudden pang of regret.

This isn't learning to drive, it's torture!
There aren't many people in the county town who want to take the driving test; those who can come are usually from families with some financial resources.

Huang Yanqiu glanced around and saw that apart from a staff member sitting in the shed eating watermelon, there were only two students on the training ground: herself and Gao Qinghe.

The two walked into the makeshift shed to register.

The staff member was a middle-aged man who wasn't wearing a uniform, just a driving school jacket over his shoulder, with leather slippers on his feet, and he was leaning back on the bench, swaying back and forth.

He had seen the two of them a long time ago, but he couldn't figure out what the two young women were doing here.

"Who are you looking for?" The tone wasn't bad, but it wasn't very polite either.

He glanced at the two of them sideways, looking them up and down, and mumbled something in the local dialect.

The gist of it is that they can't stand the two of them being so alluring and seductive.

But he couldn't help but glance at beautiful women a few more times.

Gao Qinghe was too lazy to argue with this kind of person. She tugged at Huang Yanqiu, who was about to get angry, and said:
“We came here to learn to drive; our recommender is General Manager Jiang.”

Upon hearing the name "General Manager Jiang," the man finally put his leg down and tentatively asked:
"What are your names? Are you President Jiang?"

Gao Qinghe: "Friend."

Having a certain identity when you're out and about makes others more considerate of you.

Gao Qinghe knew that if she said that she and Jiang Baohai were husband and wife, his attitude towards her would definitely do a complete 180-degree turn.

On the contrary, if she knows too much, it will be troublesome if someone wants her to do something for them.

Friendship is enough.

Sure enough, the staff immediately became very friendly and gave the two of them a form to fill out with basic information.

They also mentioned the practice time, telling the two of them to come to the meeting point at 8:00 AM sharp tomorrow morning, where a teacher would be there to instruct them.

Gao Qinghe politely asked, "What's your name, elder brother?"

"My surname is Sun," the staff member replied.

Gao Qinghe nodded, "Master Sun."

Nowadays, there are no four subjects in the driving test; once you've learned them, you just need your instructor to tell you what to do.

Therefore, whether or not you can successfully obtain a driver's license depends entirely on your instructor's word.

Just to be on the safe side, Gao Qinghe specifically asked, "How long does it usually take to get a driver's license?"

Master Sun gave a subtle smile. "It depends on the student's aptitude. Some are quick learners and can get it in a month or two, while others can take half a year and still not be able to reverse into a parking space."

As he spoke, he glanced at Huang Yanqiu's belly and said, "If you ask me, you shouldn't be suffering like this while you're pregnant. You two grown men are acting like you're crying for your parents, so delicate and fragile." (End of Chapter)