Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

When Lin's father arrived, he hadn't seen these stalls yet, so he was quite surprised to see them now.

Lin Ting was also surprised; it seemed the vendor's sense of smell was much more acute than she had imagined.

"Are you hungry?" Lin's father asked.

Lin Ting glanced at him.

Are you sure you want to ask this question with only five yuan of pocket money a month?

"Thank you, Uncle, but I'm not hungry," Zheng Miaoying politely declined.

Lin Ting thought for a moment and stopped when she passed a stall selling roasted corn.

"Uncle, I'd like one." Lin Ting then turned to her father, "Dad, do you want one?"

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat tonight," Lin's father corrected, "I want two."

"okay."

The uncle brought over two roasted corns, and Lin's father took one and handed it to Zheng Miaoying.

"Huh? Uncle, I'm really not hungry..."

"Don't mention it, take it."

Lin's father forced the corn onto Zheng Miaoying's head and then went to the roadside to hail a taxi.

It was easy to flag down a taxi today. Lin's father had only been standing by the roadside for two minutes when a taxi stopped in front of him.

When they boarded the bus, the first group of students who came out were already lingering in front of the stalls.

Mr. Lin dropped the two girls off at the school gate and watched them enter before telling the driver to continue driving.

He wanted to take them back to their dormitory, but unfortunately, students from Beiliao University were not allowed to enter, not even their own fathers.

This unexpectedly put the parents at ease.

Lin Ting and Zheng Miaoying hadn't walked far when they spotted Jiang Zong waiting under the tree.

Lin Ting, carrying her bag, walked quickly a few steps and handed him the roasted corn in her hand: "I bought it on the way back."

Jiang Zong held the hot roasted corn in his hand, his eyes sparkling with joy.

He took a bottle of hot milk out of his pocket and handed it to her, then asked, "Are you tired? How about I carry you back?"

"No need, actually, the two classes weren't very tiring."

"How did today's class go?"

"Yeah, it went pretty smoothly..."

As Zheng Miaoying walked beside them, she felt that Wu Yan and Li Zhi must be particularly interested in everything she was seeing.

……

When Lin's father returned home, the living room light was still on, and Lin's mother was reading a book.

"Honey, I'm home." Lin's father took off his coat and eagerly approached Lin's mother.

Lin's mother put down her book and pointed to the hot milk on the coffee table: "It's just right to drink."

Lin's father chuckled and picked up his cup, taking a big gulp of milk: "Go to bed early tomorrow, don't wait for me."

Lin's mother didn't respond to that question, but instead asked, "How's it going over there, son?"

Lin's father blurted out, "That kid didn't go. I checked, and all the male students in his class went to study. So far, I haven't found anyone trying to pass my daughter a love letter."

Lin's mother: "...?"

WTF?

Is this what she's asking about?

Lin's mother gently pinched Lin's father's arm: "I was asking how Ting'er's class went?"

"Oh, then my daughter must do well in class," Lin's father said with a smile. "She takes after my wife, an excellent teacher."

Lin's mother: "..."

She really asked unnecessary questions.

Lin's mother put down her book, stood up, and said, "Remember to brush your teeth after you finish your milk."

"okay!"

Lin's father quickly drank the comforting drink his wife had given him, then went to brush his teeth.

Back in the bedroom, after lying down, Lin's father said, "Honey, I feel that our daughter's job is too tiring. Our family doesn't rely on her to earn money. If you ask me, it would be better for her to focus on her studies."

Lin's mother turned over, habitually took Lin's father's arm, and said, "I've also considered it, but I think Ting'er is really determined to go into business. If we don't let her do it, she'll always want to, so it's better to let her try... Teaching English won't interfere with her studies, so it's a win-win situation."

Lin's father turned to tuck the blanket around Lin's mother, sighed, and whispered, "But it's really too tiring."

“It’s her own choice to do it, and she chose this path herself. She has to endure the hardship.” Lin’s mother also felt sorry for her, but she hardened her heart. “Let her do it. If she succeeds, that’s great. If she doesn’t succeed, it will at least let her give up on these things. I really don’t dare to force her to stop thinking about these things now.”

Lin's father also thought of the Chen family's matter. After a moment of silence, he sighed and nodded: "Alright."

……

Within a week, more than fifty people signed up one after another.

Most of them came based on recommendations from classmates. Of course, there were also more than seventy people who took a trial class and never came back.

Lin asked several students about the reasons, and the main one was that the school was too far away. If they came to class, they wouldn't be able to get back to their dorm before closing time.

There's no way to resolve this issue right now, and Lin Ting can only be thankful—thankfully, it's not a problem with his teaching.

Before they knew it, it was the weekend. Zhang Liang brought two sets of microphone and sound equipment yesterday, so Lin Ting and Zheng Miaoying didn't have to shout anymore, which greatly saved their energy.

"Come on, let the challenge begin."

Lin Ting and Zheng Miaoying high-fived, then watched her walk onto the stage.

Today, each of them has six classes, which is three times the weekday schedule.

Actually, they were both exhausted this week.

In addition to handling daily classes and assignments, they also have to prepare lessons.

Lesson preparation time is often much longer than the actual teaching time.

Recently, Zheng Miaoying has been talking about grammar points in her sleep, which scared Su Yu so much that she had to get up in the middle of the night to take nitroglycerin pills.

While Zheng Miaoying was teaching, Lin Ting listened to Zhang Liang's report on the sales situation outside the window this week and the work progress of the garment factory.

In short—it went smoothly overall.

With Master Wang in charge of the garment factory, even minor disagreements among the workers couldn't cause any major problems, and the predetermined sales targets were successfully met.

We received two complaints outside the window, one about not being allowed to negotiate the price, and the other about not being allowed to negotiate the price.

Lin Ting simply pretended not to see it.

"Boss, a few more milk tea shops have opened recently." Zhang Liang looked at Lin Tingwen and said, "They can't really be called shops, they're just small stalls, selling them in thermos flasks near the entrances of primary and secondary schools."

"Is it good?" Lin Ting asked casually.

“Feng Yue and I went to buy some, it was 50 cents a cup, and she said it tasted like saccharin.”

"Five cents a cup, it would be strange if it didn't taste like saccharin." Lin Ting waved his hand. "Ignore them."

The two are not even in the same market. In fact, with these people, the concept of milk tea can be promoted more quickly.

As they were talking, Fang Deliang arrived.

"Boss Lin."

Fang Deliang walked in with a beaming smile, looking at the students filling the room with joy.

Lin Ting stood up to greet him: "Mr. Fang, what brings you here? I wasn't prepared at all."

"I brought people to inspect the boiler room, and it just so happened that I came to take a look," Fang Deliang said. "I had wanted to come for a while, but I went out for my older brother and just came back."

He asked, "There must be over two hundred people, right?"

"Less than two hundred people have signed up, and some came to try out the classes today," Lin said. "Our place is big enough, but transportation is a real problem, and many students can't sign up because of this."

She looked at Fang Deliang with a suggestive gaze.