Don't forget it, Dad! Isn't it enough to kneel down for you?

five minutes later.

Zhou Ning looked at the fried chicken on the table with an ugly expression.

"Dad, Jiaojiao, what's going on?" he said gritting his teeth.

Chu Jiaojiao hadn't even wiped the oil off her lips when she sold Zheng Yue out without a second thought, "Uncle Zheng bought it for me!"

Zheng Yue's face froze and he glared at her quietly. Why was she like this?

Chu Jiaojiao looked back with confidence. She would rather die than let her friend die. Besides, she knew how vicious his son was.

Besides, he was the one who bought it in the first place, so she didn't wrong him.

Understanding the meaning in her eyes, Zheng Yue coughed lightly and explained the matter in a low voice.

He looked at Zhou Ning's stern face, feeling a little intimidated. He said flatteringly, "Ningning, that's Leng Wu, the peerless academic genius. With him around, we don't have to worry about winning the top spot in the college entrance examination or any other competitions. He's the absolute champion of our No. 1 Middle School. It's worth exchanging him for five servings of fried chicken."

Zhou Ning was unmoved. Upon hearing this, he looked up at him with a frown on his face. "Dad, is this a matter of whether to fry the chicken or not? This is clearly a matter of Jiaojiao's health."

After saying that, he slammed the table, scaring both the big and small ones to tremble.

Seeing this, Zhou Ning paused, retracted his hand, and said with a stern face: "How many meals has this been?"

Chu Jiaojiao obediently gave the number two. Zhou Ning breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

Fortunately, he thought this was the fifth meal.

He looked at Chu Jiaojiao, angrily saying, "Don't you know what your stomach is like? For a bite of fried chicken, you sold out your senior brother. Does Leng Wu know about this?"

Speaking of this, Chu Jiaojiao felt confident. She nodded and said, "We negotiated the terms in front of Fourth Brother! Originally, I wanted ten servings of fried chicken, but Uncle Zheng is too good at bargaining. Luckily, I knew his character and originally expected five servings, but he deliberately quoted a high price..."

Zheng Yue didn't know about this. He looked at Chu Jiaojiao in confusion.

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head proudly. How could an ordinary person like him know the thoughts of such a smart girl like her?

Chu Jiaojiao was showing off, but when she saw Zhou Ning's expressionless gaze, she suddenly wilted, hung her head, and didn't dare to speak.

If she had known this, she wouldn’t have eaten fried chicken today!

Woo woo woo, why is he walking without making any sound?

Zhou Ning looked at them in silence, but their heartbeats quickened and their heads lowered lower.

Seeing them like this, Zhou Ning found it a little funny.

Chu Jiaojiao noticed it immediately and looked up at him quietly.

Zhou Ning's mouth corners immediately drooped. He wanted to slap the table again, but then he remembered something and tapped the table twice with his fingers.

He sneered and said, "If I catch you eating fried chicken again, you won't be able to eat any meat anymore."

These words hold the lifeblood of both of them in the palm of their hands.

Chu Jiaojiao instantly wilted, "I won't eat secretly anymore."

From now on, if Zheng Yue is not brought along and she eats by herself, we won’t be considered “ones” anymore!

Hee hee hee.

Zhou Ning didn't know what she was giggling at, but he knew it was impossible for her not to secretly eat fried chicken.

Pursing his lips, he said, "Tell me when you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

As he spoke, he opened a video to show them. It was a small workshop with extremely poor hygiene. Chicken was thrown on the ground, flies were flying around, and the oil in the pot was black.

Each serving of fried chicken comes with a lot of sauce to suppress the smell of oil and the staleness of the chicken.

Chu Jiaojiao groaned, pushed the phone away, and waved her hands repeatedly, "No more eating, no more eating. Don't show it to me."

She hasn't wanted to eat fried chicken for a month!

Zhou Ning raised his eyebrows. If he had known this trick would be useful, he would have used it earlier.

He said, "If you want to eat it in the future, come to me. If I make it myself, at least I can guarantee hygiene. You can eat it once a month."

He slapped her and then gave her a sweet date, not completely forbidding her from eating, so Chu Jiaojiao reluctantly accepted it.

Zhou Ning turned around and scolded Zheng Yue again.

Zheng Yue is a principal after all and also his biological father, but he was scolded like a grandson in front of Zhou Ning.

Chu Jiaojiao watched with a giggle, then took out some melon seeds and started watching the fun.

Seeing Zhou Ning's eyes sweeping over, she paused in her melon seeds cracking and said, "Oh, class is about to start. I have to go first."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Zhou Ning quickly grabbed her.

Chu Jiaojiao was puzzled. She turned around and looked at him in confusion, puffing her cheeks and saying, "I'll remember what you said. I won't steal fried chicken anymore."

Now when I think of fried chicken, I think of that video just now. I have no appetite at all.

Zhou Ning: "That's not it. I want to ask, tomorrow is the National Day holiday, what are you planning to do? Do you want me to give you extra lessons?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jiaojiao shook her head without saying a word, "No, no, I have something to do."

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Chu Jiaojiao immediately said loudly: "If you don't believe me, ask my senior brother. I'm going to participate in the nine-game competition. Once I win the small gold medal, no one will be able to block my live broadcast room in the future."

Zhou Ning also knew that her live broadcast room had been blocked, so he didn't doubt her words at the moment. He let go of her hand and said, "Keep going."

"Thank you." Chu Jiaojiao replied crisply, and tentatively said, "Then I'll be leaving."

Zhou Ning looked at her amusedly and nodded, "Go ahead."

Chu Jiaojiao ran away without saying a word.

Zheng Yue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over, but when Zhou Ning turned around and saw him, his face suddenly darkened.

Zheng Yue was a little dumbfounded.

No, how come he has two faces?

Chu Jiaojiao didn't think so. She thought he just had a face, a fierce face.

She ran back to Class 9 as if she was escaping for her life.

Seeing her like this, Bai Ji couldn't help but ask, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?"

He looked like he was a thief with a guilty conscience.

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head, "I did something bad and got caught."

Just capture the packet, there's nothing to be afraid of.

She is also good at martial arts, so there is no need to be afraid of her.

Chu Jiaojiao was not afraid of not being able to beat Zhou Ning, but was mainly afraid that he would nag, just like Tang Monk chanting the tight-fitting curse, nagging and making her feel scared just by looking at him.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw a small cake on the table. When she looked up, she saw Xie Yang.

Xie Yang's face flushed slightly, his hands nervously pinching the corner of his clothes, and he whispered, "Classmate Chu Jiaojiao, thank you."

If it weren't for her, he would never get his junior high school entrance examination results back, and his college entrance examination results might even be replaced by someone else.

Thinking of this, he looked at Chu Jiaojiao with gratitude, and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't earn much money, so I can only afford this small cake. When I earn more money in the future, I will buy you a big one."

Chu Jiaojiao looked down at the palm-sized cake in her hand, not minding it at all. She said happily, "Thank you, I like it very much."

After saying that, she took a big bite, her eyes lit up, and it seemed like she really liked it.

Xie Yang also breathed a sigh of relief and was even more moved.

Chu Jiaojiao is such a nice classmate.

Chu Xun happened to see this scene when he passed by the door of Class 9, and his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair couldn't help but clench.

He looked at the bright smile on Chu Jiaojiao's face with deep eyes.

How could she still laugh?

How does she deserve it?