Sadness as Big as a Watermelon

It seems that everyone knows Liu Chang'an sells rice noodles; everyone knows he sells rice noodles, and everyone wants to try his rice noodles.

Of course, everyone in the classmates' group knew about it, and An Nuan even took a screenshot and showed Liu Chang'an the nickname she had changed for him: Rice Noodle Hero.

Liu Chang'an recalled an image of a superhero leaping into the air, facing an evil BOSS, and spraying countless white rice powders from his body.

It was a bit disgusting, so Liu Chang'an refused the title.

Some classmates suggested going out for rice noodles as a group. Miao Yingying suggested that Liu Chang'an find a food delivery platform with lax qualification verification to do delivery. This seemed like a very good and practical suggestion, which made Liu Chang'an suspect that Gao Dewei gave Miao Yingying the idea. In Liu Chang'an's eyes, Miao Yingying should only exclaim "delicious", "so good", "so good" and then have no other thoughts.

Bai Hui believes this is one way for internet celebrities to gain attention and monetize their traffic. Many shops and brands are desperately seeking out marketing accounts for promotion. It would be a shame if Liu Chang'an didn't take advantage of his favorable conditions. With a little effort, he could even get on a well-known variety show in South Hunan.

Liu Chang'an just listened and let it go. He was just selling rice noodles. As for Zhou Shuling taking over in the future, she had the time and energy to do it. Liu Chang'an could give her all the advice he could.

Liu Chang'an truly felt that only Qin Yanan and An Nuan should come and taste his rice noodles. Qin Yanan was appreciative, and An Nuan had a different relationship with him. Unfortunately, the beautiful girl was busy with a ball game recently, and the finals were tomorrow. He hoped she could perform at an exceptional level. The opponents in this league were very strong, and the overall strength of the Affiliated High School high school was still a bit lacking.

After beating up the two men, Liu Chang'an drove his delivery truck back to the residential area. As he parked the truck, a gust of wind blew by, causing the leaves to rustle.

Liu Chang'an got out of the car, twisted his body from side to side, patted his cheeks, and naturally wanted to walk towards the mahjong parlor. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he hurriedly went back to cook.

Under the sycamore tree, Zhou Dongdong was sitting on a small stool, holding half a watermelon and eating it with a spoon.

"Why are you sitting here eating watermelon?" Liu Chang'an asked.

"Grandpa Qian gave me a watermelon, but I wanted to take it home but was afraid of breaking it, so I took a spoon and ate it." Zhou Dongdong scooped out a big spoonful, "I'll give you some!"

Liu Chang'an looked at Zhou Dongdong, whose face was covered with several watermelon seeds and pulp, and refused without hesitation, even though he also liked to eat watermelon.

Liu Chang'an prepared the food, and Zhou Dongdong ran over to taste a little before running back to eat watermelon. After Liu Chang'an finished eating, Zhou Dongdong also finished her watermelon, scooping it out clean with a spoon and making a watermelon hat to wear on her head. She then ran around under the sycamore tree, or imitated the way the People's Liberation Army soldiers swayed their arms left and right as they walked.

Liu Chang'an thinned out her watermelon hat to improve its comfort, then found a long rooster tail feather and stuck it on top of the hat. Now Zhou Dongdong felt even more majestic and looked forward to wearing the watermelon hat to school tomorrow.

Liu Chang'an even took photos of her and sent them to Zhou Shuling. Zhou Shuling was quite helpless. Most adults would choose to stop or educate a child when they see him acting up, but Liu Chang'an was like a strategist, offering advice and suggestions.

Zhou Shuling still felt gratified. Sometimes when she came home, she would see Zhou Dongdong sitting quietly in the living room watching TV, only the light from the TV illuminating her little face. She would also see Zhou Dongdong running off to the mahjong parlor, playing old computer games in a corner surrounded by noisy old people. Zhou Shuling would feel particularly sorry for her. But every time she saw her with Liu Chang'an, even though their mischievous antics were exasperating, she felt that this was the kind of childhood Zhou Dongdong should have, that playful, childlike demeanor.

When Zhou Dongdong took a shower in the evening, she was supposed to be beaten, but Zhou Shuling Zhou Dongdong also tried to argue that she was saving it for growing watermelons, but Zhou Shuling got a hard time.

The next morning, Liu Chang'an saw Zhou Dongdong looking aggrieved and smiled, knowing that she had either been beaten or scolded.

"Mom won't let me wear the Watermelon General hat to school," Zhou Dongdong said sadly. "I don't look majestic anymore."

"You can bully other kids to prove you're powerful."

"No way, I want to bully bad guys." Zhou Dongdong hugged Liu Chang'an's leg tightly.

"But bad guys usually get to eat good food."

Zhou Dongdong paused for a moment, looking quite troubled.

"But if you let bad people bully you just for something delicious, Mom will be sad." Liu Chang'an patted Zhou Dongdong's head.

Zhou Dongdong suddenly realized something, jumped up and down, and realized that even if bad people had good food, they were still bad people, and she had to run far away from them.

Will Brother Chang'an be sad?

"There will be a tiny bit of sadness, like watermelon seeds."

"Can't the watermelon be that big?" Zhou Dongdong said angrily.

"No way! Who told you to be so stupid? When you encounter bad people with delicious food, your brain just stops working."

"It works! It works! It works!"

"Alright then, it's sad that the watermelon is so big," Liu Chang'an said reluctantly.

Zhou Dongdong laughed, forgetting all about how unimpressive she was, and happily went to school.

Liu Chang'an and Zhou Shuling went to sell rice noodles. Today, Zhou Shuling prepared two clean white aprons for herself and Liu Chang'an to hang on, and also prepared a sign that read, "Junsha Internet Hong Soup Spicy Rooster Noodles, the president of Baolong Center once visited and praised it highly."

"What kind of brand can the president of Baolong Center possibly have?" Liu Chang'an was very skeptical. Moreover, he didn't know whether Zhu Juntang or the Third Mistress directly held this position. It didn't seem likely. The Third Mistress might not be available, and Zhu Juntang seemed to be idle and didn't seem like someone with a job.

"Of course! Rich people love to eat it, so other people will naturally think it tastes good. Nowadays, people only know how to imitate the rich. Even if they can't drive nice cars and live in mansions like the rich, eating delicious rice noodles like the rich will still make them feel satisfied," Zhou Shuling said with some pride. "I came up with this idea after thinking about it for a long time."

"Clever." Liu Chang'an nodded, but then he remembered that neither the Third Mistress nor Zhu Juntang had eaten a single bite. Was this a fake breakup? Oh well.

Liu Chang'an was hoping that the Third Mistress would come to eat noodles. This Madam had come for two days, but then stopped coming in the middle. She probably wouldn't be coming back today, so his expectations would likely be disappointed... But the reason he was still hoping was that it was possible, because if nothing unexpected happened, Pu Shougeng would definitely contact the Third Mistress afterward.

Unable to contact Mrs. Karnstein, Pu Shougeng could only contact the Third Mistress. If a man like Pu Shougeng didn't try to make use of such a situation, he wouldn't be Pu Shougeng.