Back to 1993: The family splits up at the start, and the ingrates regret it so much they cry.

At 7:50 a.m., the preparation bell rang.

Wang Peng entered the classroom right on time.

My deskmate, Li Mengjiao, whispered, "I saw Dong Biao's mom selling fried rice yesterday. How was it?"

Wang Peng said, "She wanted to start a price war with me, but I didn't take the bait."

I haven't received any orders since I started studying early this morning, and the situation isn't looking good.

The school bell rang, and the beautiful math teacher walked to the podium, addressed the students, and called out, "Class begins!"

Two seconds later, Wang Peng was poked in the waist by Li Mengjiao, and only then did he remember that he was still the class monitor.

He quickly stood up and shouted, "Stand up!"

All the students stood up and said, "Good morning, teacher!"

"Hello, students, please sit down." The math teacher glanced at Wang Peng sideways.

The math teacher began the lesson, starting with the first chapter on power functions, exponential functions, and logarithmic functions, beginning with the data set in the first section.

Wang Peng listened attentively and found that he could understand it without much difficulty, which made him happy.

The ability to learn is still there, so there's no need to worry about not being able to learn.

At the end of the first class, the math teacher said, "From now on, when I teach, the class monitor doesn't need to call for everyone to stand up anymore; let's skip that formality."

Laughter filled the classroom. Wang Peng really wanted to kowtow to his math teacher. Why bother with all this formalities?

……

During the ten-minute break between classes, Feng Liang, a third-grade student, hurriedly went downstairs to the cafeteria to buy meal tickets.

Upon reaching the stairwell on the first floor, I instinctively glanced at the blackboard and immediately stopped in my tracks.

Is it true that you can order a bowl of fried rice for one yuan and have it delivered to your classroom for free?

The cafeteria is always packed with people during mealtimes, and it takes at least half an hour to eat a meal.

If they deliver my food for free, wouldn't I be able to save that half hour and use it for studying?

Feng Liang decided to give it a try.

He turned and went upstairs to Class 1, Grade 11, and strode onto the podium.

"Classmates, which one of you is Wang Peng?"

"Senior, I am Wang Peng." Wang Peng raised his hand.

Feng Liang immediately left the podium, took out ten yuan from his pocket, and asked, "Did you write the food order notice on the blackboard?"

"Senior, do you want to place an order?" Wang Peng nodded hurriedly and took out his ledger. "Senior, tell me your name and class."

"Feng Liang, Class 9, Grade 12. I'd like to order ten yuan's worth first, and have it delivered to my classroom at noon or in the afternoon, is that okay?" Feng Liang placed the money on his desk.

"Of course, I promise it won't interfere with your meal." Wang Peng quickly took the money.

He opened the ledger to record the information and said with a smile, "Brother Liang, I wish you success in getting into Harvard."

"Thank you, but I want to get into Tsinghua University." Feng Liang smiled slightly, turned around and left the classroom.

Wang Peng hummed a little tune as he finally received his first takeout order. It wasn't easy.

"As your best buddy, I have to support you." Du Lei took out ten yuan. "Order ten portions and deliver them all to my dorm."

"Wang Peng." Chen Xiaojing handed over a coin. "I'll have one too. You finally delivered it to my classroom."

"Thank you, Brother Lei, thank you, Little Jing." Wang Peng beamed.

At this moment, Qiu Ling walked over with the seating chart. "Class monitor, I've finished the seating chart. Do you think it's okay?"

The seating chart is a floor plan of the classroom, filled with the names of all the students in the class, so that the teacher can take attendance during class.

"Well done." Wang Peng placed the seating chart on the lectern. "Today I'll talk to the homeroom teacher and promote you to vice class monitor."

"You mean what you say?" Qiu Ling took out twenty yuan. "Girls' dormitory 203, lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks, all delivered to my dormitory."

"You eat fried rice with eggs for every meal, don't you get tired of it?" Wang Peng was speechless; this girl was too eager to improve herself.

"It's mainly because the class monitor's fried rice is delicious, hehe." Qiu Ling returned to her seat with a smile.

The second period was Chinese, and the third period was English. I could understand every lesson.

Perhaps it was a stroke of good fortune, but orders kept coming in from all grades and classes, and Wang Peng's mood improved more and more.

After the third class, we had received sixty orders, fifty of which came from senior high school students.

The last period was physical education class. The PE teacher wasn't sick, but Wang Peng was.

He wrote a sick leave note and handed it to the vice class monitor, Du Lei, before heading straight to the school gate to prepare takeout.

Standing in front of the food cart, Li Fang looked resentful. "Pengdi, why didn't you tell me?"

An hour ago, Dad carried a shoulder pole, and Mom carried a bamboo basket with their newborn brother inside.

The parents said they were delivering takeout to Wang Peng.

In less than half an hour, the little boy cried three times while nursing, almost making Li Fang cry.

Wang Peng smiled slightly, changed into his chef's uniform, and started frying rice.

"Dapeng, are there really that many takeout orders?" Li Guixi asked, worried that there might not be enough orders.

"Sixty copies." Wang Peng took out a list organized by class and male/female dormitory, and handed the labels and ballpoint pen to his second uncle. "Write the names on the list."

Li Guixi nodded and immediately picked up a pen to write on the label.

Kong Erying next door couldn't understand Wang Peng's actions, nor did she know what food delivery was, so she kept peeking over here.

Two pots of fried rice were cooked and filled ten bowls.

Wang Peng took out a roll of toilet paper and tore off 20 centimeters. "Second Uncle, when you pack it up, you should put this much toilet paper in each package."

"Why? To make the classmate wipe their mouth after eating?" Li Guixi asked in a low voice.

"Smart!" Wang Peng praised him. "Do as I say."

My second aunt tore up the toilet paper as instructed, and my second uncle packed it into a plastic bag and stuck a label with his name on it.

Finally, put the packaged fried rice into a basket.

When the food was delivered to her door, Kong Erying understood and was shocked. Although she disliked Wang Peng, she thought it was a good idea.

"This kid is a bit clever, but you won't escape my grasp," she thought to herself.

Half an hour later, all sixty servings of fried rice were ready and packed up.

Forty copies were delivered to the classrooms, and five copies were delivered to the boys' dormitory. There were still ten minutes left before school ended.

Li Guixi carried a shoulder pole into the school gate, and the security guard did not stop him.

The remaining fifteen portions were delivered to the girls' dormitory and placed in baskets. Aunt Zhao Li, holding a child, carried the baskets on her back.

"Give me your brother." Li Fang rolled her eyes. "Mom, don't get involved. Why don't you stay home and take care of your brother?"

"You heartless girl!" Zhao Li glared at Li Fang. "Da Peng hasn't complained about me yet, but you're already complaining?"

"Don't mind, Auntie, don't be angry, haha." Wang Peng said somewhat awkwardly.

At the time, I only thought about making money for my second aunt and didn't consider the inconvenience of taking care of the child.

The fried rice cart next door... Kong Erying's face turned from black to red.

She was running the business at a loss in order to crush Wang Peng, but she never expected to be caught off guard by a food delivery company.

"Sister-in-law, this won't do," Chef Li whispered. "We need to think of another way to deal with him."

Kong Erying shook her head, staring intently at Wang Peng's fried rice cart, and suddenly felt like a joke.

Just then, the lunch break bell rang, and a large number of students came to the school gate to find food.

"Junior Wang, give me a serving of fried rice with eggs." A girl with a ponytail placed a one-yuan coin on the table.

"You are..." Wang Peng was a little confused. This was the senior who had complained about his fried rice being too expensive yesterday and went to buy Kong Erying's fried rice instead.

"Her fried rice is two cents cheaper, but it's not as good as yours," the senior student muttered.

“I like hearing that, I’ll give you an extra egg,” Wang Peng couldn’t help but laugh.