Compared to Chai Wei, who had been quietly working hard, Ma Shicheng and the others had truly fallen into depravity—they had actually left school during class to buy late-night snacks.
"Students, shouldn't you be in class at this hour?" The fried skewer stall owner expertly worked the grill. He was in his early thirties, with a sharp, monkeyish face. "Don't tell me you skipped class? Haha."
Ma Shicheng thought, No wonder everyone says his stall is delicious but the owner has terrible social awareness and isn't very likable.
Zhang Chi sneered. "Boss, shouldn't you be home with your wife and children at this hour?"
Cui Yu added, "Why are you still out here working?"
The boss's face darkened. After a while, he earnestly advised them, "You should be heading into senior year soon, right? Studying is important."
Zhang Chi said, "We're in senior year four."
The boss was confused. "Senior year four?"
"Repeat Class. We're repeating the year," Cui Yu spouted nonsense. "You didn't know?"
The boss suddenly understood and formed a new opinion of these students. Although they were his customers, he still looked down on them somewhat.
His fried skewer stall could make over a thousand yuan a day. These poor students might look carefree now, but once they entered society, they would understand how hard life truly was!
The boss smiled. "I really didn't know. I never went to high school."
He took out the fried vegetable skewers with tongs and casually brushed on the sauce.
Eyeing these slovenly students, he casually asked, "What do your parents do?"
Wang Longlong raised a fist to his mouth and coughed twice, putting on an air of authority. "Mm, Market Supervision and Administration Bureau."
The fried skewer stall owner's steady hand actually trembled twice.
If anyone else had said it,