A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Chapter 307 An 80s-born, laid-off military wife x A demobilized cook (27 chapters)

Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and more and more people came to Xiaobao's wonton shop, with long queues forming to get a bowl of wontons.

He Jiaping and Li Jiaojiao always went into the store through the back door.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this, Jiaojiao."

He Jiaping sounded dejected. He hadn't yet extricated himself from the army, and he was afraid of being implicated if his private shop was discovered. So, he even used Yao Xiaobao's name for the shop.

The distillery couldn't even afford to pay its employees' wages lately. Yao Xiaobao opened a shop outside, and the factory leaders turned a blind eye. Others, however, were eager to open their own shops as well.

"It's really unfair. If you earn more and make more of my favorite foods, it will make up for all the unfairness," Li Jiaojiao said, a smirk playing on her lips.

He Jiaping earnestly promised, "Yes, I can open a pastry shop."

"Really? Then I want to eat one of those Western-style cakes, round and tall, with cream on it."

The cake I saw when I passed by the department store before should be the one Jiaojiao wants.

Okay, I'll go learn.

"You're so obedient!" Li Jiaojiao tugged at his sleeve, using the momentum to kiss the corner of his mouth: "This is your reward."

After kissing him, she ignored him and went to the table to eat wontons.

The place they rented was very large, with shops in the front and a small courtyard in the back, two rooms and a well with water.

One room was used as a kitchen, and the other as a storage room.

He Jiaping wiped his face, then walked blankly to her: "You eat first, I'll go check the soup inside."

"Okay, go ahead, but don't fall into the soup, hahaha."

In the cultural troupe, Pan Ci pulled Peng Xiaonian and Cai Yingda aside for a small meeting in the office.

"I gave her that document last time, but she hasn't replied yet."

Cai Yingda calmly sipped his tea: "So, Wei Jiao doesn't want to stay."

"Don't want to stay? That won't do." Pan Ci stiffened her neck. Where could she find someone to replace her?

Peng Xiaonian sat on the other side without saying a word.

"Hey, don't just stay silent, give me some ideas!"

Pan Ci placed all her hopes on the two of them. Among the members of the troupe, the two who were closest to Xie Weijiao and had some influence were the two of them.

Two days ago, during breakfast, Li Jiaojiao mentioned to Cai Yingda and Peng Xiaonian her plan to open a vocal training center outside.

"Aci, what will you do if we really can't keep them?" Peng Xiaonian decided to find out the situation first before talking to Weijiao.

Pan Ci said helplessly, "I really can't keep them... what can I do if I really can't keep them?"

"Don't rush, let's go ask them tomorrow."

"Can't it be tonight?" Pan Ci had been troubled by this for days, and she really regretted not having built a good relationship with the person before.

"I still have something to discuss with Lao Yuan later."

Upon hearing Peng Xiaonian's words, Cai Yingda reacted quickly: "I bought movie tickets tonight and I'm going to see it."

"Alright, alright, let's all go home then, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Pan Ci got up, and the group walked out together.

Looking at the time, it's time to pick my daughter up from school.

Pan Ci walked faster than the two of them, and Peng Xiaonian and Cai Yingda exchanged a smile.

Song Enqi attended a primary school on Southeast Road, which was called Southeast Primary School.

"Mom, my classmate said there's a really good wonton shop that opened up ahead of us, I want to go try it."

Pan Ci immediately objected: "No, Mom will cook for you at home. Eating out is such a waste of money."

"Only two cents"

Song Enqi used her trump card: "I have 50 cents of pocket money, Mom, let me treat you to a bowl of food, Dad's not home."

Two cents? It's not very expensive, and it was my daughter who treated me to it.

"Okay, let's go."

Pan Ci led the group to the store entrance and found a queue inside: "Why don't we go home? There's still a queue here."

"No, Mom, smell how fragrant it is!"

"Place, place, place"

The person scooping the wontons with a ladle was very fast, and it wasn't long before it was the mother and daughter's turn.

The mother and daughter shared a table with other people.

"Enqi, don't you think we've tasted this wonton before?"

"Like that bowl of wontons we had at the hospital last time."