Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

"Aren't you two strong? You're making a bet with me again. Do you have the guts to bet on who can sweep it away? Bet on who rode this bike!" Wen Jie Ling cursed at the two of them speechlessly.

"No bet, it doesn't matter if we can't sweep it open, we just want to bet on when you can sweep it open."

"I bet he'll never be able to clear it!"

"Get lost, how can you bet like me!"

"Get lost, are you two done yet?" Wen Jie was full of energy.

They were all from other places, and the three of them were considered to be from the same hometown. They were not familiar with Yangcheng, so they had not thought about leaving the construction site until they saw this shared tram.

He has seen this shared tram for several days in a row. Although it is a bit strange to park it in a remote place like a construction site, he will scan it every day when he sees it, and he scans the code incorrectly every day.

He originally suspected that it was a broken car, but when he went out to check at night several times, the car was gone!

Damn, is this shared tram exclusive and requires a Yangcheng household registration?

The three were standing beside the car arguing when they saw a young girl come out of the construction site gate, walk straight to the car, and take out her cell phone.

"Sister, this car can't be swept, it's just placed here to disgust people!"

"Yeah sister, this car is parked here on purpose to tease my son, you can't sweep it away!"

"Ah? What does that mean?" Zhao Xiaojing, who was scanning the code, heard someone talking to her and looked up with a confused look on her face.

"Ding, welcome to use Happy Electric Vehicle. Please pay attention to traffic safety when riding. I wish you a pleasant journey!"

???

Why is it ringing again?! Zhao Xiaojing looked embarrassed.

What the hell, you're just looking at people and serving them food? Wen Jie Ling couldn't believe it.

Liu Yifan and Zhou Yicheng on the side looked at each other and couldn't stop laughing.

"Please remember to search for your destination before riding and return the car at the designated location. Let's go together!" The sweet reminder sound of the system shared tram continued.

Zhao Xiaojing lowered her head and pushed the cart speechlessly. The last time the system tram made a noise was because of the spirited young man, what was he doing this time?

"Do you ride this bike here every day?!" Wen Jie Ling raised his eyebrows and almost vomited blood.

"Yes……"

"Girl, have you changed the QR code? Are you the only one who can ride it?" Zhou Yicheng asked, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"No, this is my own car..." Zhao Xiaojing explained helplessly. This was the nth time she had to explain this car to others because of the broken system settings.

"Your own? You bought the shared tram yourself?" Liu Yifan winked at Zhou Yicheng excitedly.

“Yes, I like the look of shared bikes, it’s my…hobby.

You see, my driving app is not the same as the bike-sharing app."

After a pause, seeing that the other party didn't believe her, Zhao Xiaojing specially called up the special driving software on her mobile phone to show the three people.

"Good man, it's really personal. What's your special hobby? Are people passing by sweeping cars also part of the play?"

Wen Jie Ling asked Zhao Xiaojing with a raised eyebrow, and his eyes changed.

"..." Zhao Xiaojing faced a strange look and cursed the system in her heart.

"Are you an employee who serves meals in the cafeteria?" Liu Yifan remembered that he had seen her a few times in the morning, and his coworkers had been talking about whether she was pretty and single.

"No, I'm the deputy chef." Zhao Xiaojing pushed the bike out, answered, and rode away.

"Oh, deputy chef, so young?" Liu Yifan muttered to himself.

"Fuck! Deputy chef!" Wen Jie Ling reacted and shouted.

"Isn't that the new chef who fries food every day?" Zhou Yicheng also suddenly realized.

The three of them ate fried food in the cafeteria every day and had long been Zhao Xiaojing's die-hard fans. As soon as they realized what was going on, they all ran out of the door, wanting to say a few more words to Zhao Xiaojing.

"Chef! Chef, wait a minute!"

"Chef, stop right there! Listen to my confession!"

"Chef..."

The three of them ran and shouted exaggeratedly, and when they reached the gate they grabbed Zhao Xiaojing's car together, but they found something was wrong.

Zhao Xiaojing didn't move at all. She just stood there, staring at the elegantly dressed middle-aged woman in front of her.

"Uh... Chef, you guys speak first." Zhou Yicheng touched his nose and signaled the other two to let go. The three of them stepped back and stood on the other side of the door.

"Aunt Wen."

Zhao Xiaojing blinked gently and spoke in a calm tone.

The person in front of her is Wen Juying, Zhang Guodong’s mother and her mother-in-law in her previous life.

She really didn't expect to meet her here, so she didn't react for a while. After all, she had a deep connection with her in her previous life and they had been mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for several years.

The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not peaceful during those years. Wen Juying was strong-willed, picky, and partial to her son. Although she did not embarrass Zhao Xiaojing because of Dong Mei, she never really treated Zhao Xiaojing as a family member.

Zhao Xiaojing didn't hate her, but she didn't have any good feelings towards her either.

This is the first time I have met her since my rebirth, and more than ten years have passed.

However, in Wen Juying's eyes, she was probably still stuck on the impression that Dong Mei took her to meet her family a month ago.

"Your aunt said you found a job. It won't be here, right?" Wen Juying looked at Zhao Xiaojing sideways, and then glanced at the construction site behind her.

"Aunt Wen, if everything is fine, I'll leave first." Zhao Xiaojing didn't want to answer, nor did she want to have anything to do with her.

"Why can't I say even a few words? After all, I've known your aunt for such a long time, so I'm considered your elder, right? I can't even talk to you after not seeing you for so long?"

Wen Juying took a step forward and stopped Zhao Xiaojing who was about to leave.

"Then what do you want to say?" Zhao Xiaojing replied calmly, standing there looking at Wen Juying. Wen Juying opened and closed her mouth hastily, her face changing again and again, and it took a long time before she spoke again.

"Last time, your aunt kindly invited us over to have a meal together, but you didn't go. When she asked again later, she said she had severed ties with you. Tell me, how can you be so stubborn at such a young age? The elders are doing this for your own good and want to find a good home for you. You should be grateful. How can you be so ignorant and get angry with your aunt?

Besides, our Guodong has a regular job and is an honest kid. He is still waiting for you and has lost a lot of weight during this period! We all think you two are a perfect match! Listen to me, give yourself a chance, and give Guodong a chance too!"

Wen Juying tried to persuade Zhao Xiaojing earnestly.

"Aunt Wen, thank you, but you know exactly who Zhang Guodong is waiting for and why he lost so much weight. Instead of coming to persuade me, you might as well help him."

After the mistress from her previous life came to her house, Zhao Xiaojing found out that she was Zhang Guodong’s ex-girlfriend. It was Wen Juying who forced him to marry Zhao Xiaojing while forcing them to break up.

Zhang Guodong brought his ex-girlfriend home. After Wen Juying learned about the situation, she disliked the fact that his parents had no pension and that he had a younger brother. She also thought that his ex-girlfriend had a strong personality and couldn't get along with her, so she kept urging Zhang Guodong to break up and began to eagerly find someone for him to marry. This led her to find Zhao Xiaojing.

"How do you know? Did Zhang Guodong tell you something?"

Wen Juying's face immediately darkened and her tone became impatient.