The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder - Chapter 3 Takeaway order

　　 "It's just this dish, you have to trouble Uncle Mo to do it." Jiang Chan tugged at the corner of her mouth, barely showing a smile. Had it not been for Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo who knew her, they wouldn't have thought it was a smile at all.

　　Uncle Mo laughed and said, "That's natural, Jiang girl, don't hesitate to say, your Uncle Mo doesn't have anything else, but you can still cook well."

　　 Aunt Mo muttered as she watched the freshman and one, with a smile on her lips. What if Jiang Chan were their daughter? If she and Lao Mo had children, they would be about the same age as Jiang Chan.

　　 It's just a pity that Jiang Chan, a girl, has to work and study at a young age. Alas, Aunt Mo sighed, so please help if you can.

Uncle Mo and Jiang Chan started talking about it. The two ordered six dishes, four meats and two vegetarian dishes. They first took them to the construction site for the workers to try. As for the follow-up list, Jiang Chan didn't believe they had tasted Uncle Mo's. After crafting, it will not be moved.

　　 Around ten-thirty in the morning, Jiang Chan rode the electric small three-wheeler purchased by Uncle Mo and fumbled to the construction site against the scorching sun. The scorching sun, crystal beads of sweat flowed down Jiang Chan's forehead, but she didn't care about it at all.

　　 Although the plan is good, Jiang Chan is only a fourteen-year-old girl after all. Whether she can earn the first pot of gold now depends on her next performance.

　　 Fortunately, Jiang Chan's natural facial expressions are few. Despite a lot of thoughts in his mind, his face is still cold, holding it very much. Jiang Chan was organizing language along the way, thinking about what to say when he went to the construction site later.

　　 At eleven o'clock, work on the construction site gradually ended. In this hot day, everyone has no appetite to eat a big pot of rice. A simple and honest young man poked the rice in the lunch box: "Oh, I eat big pot of rice every day. He has grown up with these kinds of dishes, and I'm tired of eating it."

　　 A man in his forties next to him strenuously swallowed the stewed yellow beans: "It's better to bear it. There are no shops in front of the village, and there is not even a food seller."

　　 "Even if there is, I can't eat this greasy food on this hot day."

　　 "That's right, just thinking about eating some cold dishes at this time is comfortable enough."

　　 The honest young man closed the lunch box in angrily: "Forget it, don't eat it, I really have no appetite."

　　 Old He kindly persuaded him: "I still eat a little bit, or I won't have the energy to work in the afternoon."

　　 "Oh, this weather is getting hotter and hotter."

　　 Jiang Chan arrived at the construction site when everyone said something to me. At noon, there was no person in charge on the construction site. I saw a dozen people sitting together in the shade on one side, looking sad and unable to eat.

　　 Jiang Chan cheered himself up, touched Yu Chan on his chest, and drove a tricycle to where these people were sitting.

　　 The sluggish honest boy suddenly sniffed and looked around, his eyes completely frozen when he saw Jiang Chan.

　　 Looking at Jiang Chan's gaze here, he suddenly got up, stepped on his long legs and ran towards Jiang Chan's tricycle. His eyes were green and he looked as if a wolf had seen meat.

　　 also stopped in front of Jiang Chan's tricycle, sniffing constantly, "Little girl, what good food did you bring?"

　　 It’s fine if someone asks, Jiang Chan generously uncovered the dishes she brought, and they were all packed in large pots and exuding steaming heat.

"I... I'm from a small restaurant near here," the previous sentence was a bit stuck, and Jiang Chan spoke more fluently later: "Our restaurant has newly launched fast food. I want to come to the construction site to see if you have any demand here. of."

　　 The honest man didn't care what Jiang Chan said, his eyes fixed on the food Jiang Chan brought, and suddenly he shouted at the crowd over there, "I have food, do you want to eat it?"

　　 With a shout from this voice, all the ten people gathered around. Looking at the food Jiang Chan brought, the presentation was really good.

　　 "Little girl, how much does it cost? Give me one first?" The honest man looked at his saliva, especially when he saw the pot of cucumbers, he wanted to eat.

　　 Under the lead of this honest man, the meals Jiang Chan brought over were all rounded up within 20 minutes, not to mention that the man called and called 30 more people over.

　　 When Jiang Chan returned, his pockets were filled with money, plus an order for fifty dinners. Calculating how much money he could earn from this meal, Jiang Chan returned to Uncle Mo's small restaurant with satisfaction.

　　Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo are very busy, there are many customers in the store, Jiang Chan put down the bag and went into the kitchen. It wasn't until just over a little bit before Jiang Cicada stopped.

　　 Aunt Mo wiped the table: "Little Cicada, it's lunch."

　　 Uncle Mo Lanxess laughed: "Girl, how was the harvest?"

　　 Jiang Chan twitched at the corner of his mouth: "They are all sold, and there are more than fifty copies tonight."

　　 Aunt Mo opened her eyes slightly~www.novelbuddy.com~ and then smiled: "That's great, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

　　 Jiang Chan was very calm: "You were busy then."

　　Uncle Mo was also happy, not only because he made money, but also because he was able to help Jiang Chan. They all know Jiang Chan very well. If they told Jiang Chan straightforwardly to help her study, she would never accept this girl's self-esteem.

　　 Now that Jiang Chan has found a way, they can still make money, and in short, they are not at a loss.

　　 "In this way, I will send it with you in the evening. By the way, I will finalize how many boxed lunches will be sent every day." Aunt Mo is relatively neat and can speak well.

　　 With Aunt Mo's company, the fast food list on the construction site was easily settled. Jiang Chan needs to deliver 100 fast foods to the construction site every day, and the meals are settled daily.

　　The order was finalized, and Aunt Mo squeezed two hundred to Jiang Chan: "This is your salary today."

　　 Jiang Chan declined: "Too many."

　　 Aunt Mo raised her eyebrows: "If you give it to you, just keep it. From now on, you have to run to the construction site every day. It's hard work. This is hard money."

　　 Jiang Chan was helpless, just thinking that Mo Shu and Aunt Mo took such care of her, and she must give them back in the future.

When 　　 went back, Aunt Mo also packed a few meals for her: "When you go back, be slow, pay attention to safety, and tell me when you get there."

　　 Two large plastic bags hung on the faucet of Jiang Chan's car, and the twenty-eight bars staggered forward. Abruptly pressed against a raised stone, Jiang Chan suddenly fell off when his center of gravity was unstable.

　　 The clothes in summer were very thin, and Jiang Chan's elbows and knees were all torn, and it hurt fiercely. If someone was a little bit more squeamish, he would have cried a long time ago. Jiang Chan just wiped his face and saw that the food was not spilled. He picked up the car and continued walking.