Chapter 203 Underground Fried Rice Business
As winter vacation approaches, time passes more and more slowly.

Many people are counting the time, counting the days on their fingers, and finally a week is over and it is exam week.

For Ying Chanxi, exam week is actually a time she likes more.

It’s not because she likes taking exams, but because as one of the top 40 students in the grade, she and Li Luo will be arranged to take the exams in the same classroom.

In the last monthly exam, Li Luo ranked 15th in the whole school.

According to the seat number arrangement, Ying Chanxi would sit in the first seat in the first row by the window of the classroom, while Li Luo would sit in the second seat in the second row to her right.

For Li Luo, after more than half a year of adaptation and running-in, with the help of the memory palace, he has recently developed a new ability.

In other words, it should be an evolved version of the ability of soul possession.

That is the real-time imitation function.

As long as he wanted, sitting in his current examination seat, he could stare at Ying Chanxi's hands while she was doing the test, and then enter a real-time simulation state to perfectly replicate the words she wrote on the test paper.

But there is no need for him to do this.

After all, relying on his hard power, according to Li Luo's judgment, even without the memory palace, his current score can firmly rank among the top 100.

After using the Memory Palace, he can almost always maintain a stable level among the top 30 in the school, and the specific ranking depends on everyone's on-the-spot performance.

As for the top ten or even the top five or top three, it would be a bit difficult unless Li Luo really used real-time simulation.

At least it is difficult to do at this stage.

The higher you rank, the harder it is to gain each point.

This requires not only simple memorization, but also a very thorough and complete cognitive framework of the content being learned in the entire subject at this stage.

The test papers made by the teachers are all graded, and the difficulty level corresponds to the corresponding learning level.

The most difficult questions on each test paper are often the key to the gap between the top students.

Li Luo’s problems basically all lie here.

It’s not that he can’t do it, but in exams, he always loses points because he doesn’t understand the knowledge points deeply enough or doesn’t apply them flexibly enough.

After asking his teacher or Ying Chanxi, Li Luo immediately realized, oh, so this is how it is done.

In the past, even if Ying Chanxi explained to him the idea of ​​solving the problem, he would most likely not understand it and would always be in a state of half understanding.

"How did you do in this exam?"

After the last subject was finished and the test paper was handed in, Ying Chanxi walked to Li Luo's examination table and asked him, "Are you sure you can get into the top ten?"

"How can I be sure of that?" Li Luo rolled his eyes. "Did people make it into the top ten?"

"The top ten are all here." Jian Zhenyuan, the deputy monitor of Class 1, said quietly, "Aren't we human beings?"

"Li Luo, you are not a human being." Xie Shuchen sat on the right side of Li Luo and could not help but complain, "Look at this classroom, where else can you find anyone from the parallel class?"

"Li Luo, don't be so modest." Liu Shaowen, who was sitting behind Li Luo, pushed up his glasses. "By the way, I want to ask you, Li Luo, are you free during the winter vacation? We can go out and play."

Li Luo glanced at Liu Shaowen. As soon as this brother opened his mouth, he knew what he meant, so he said lazily: "Ying Chanxi is going to travel abroad during the winter vacation. I guess I don't have much time."

"Eh? Is the monitor going abroad?"

"My dad is going on a business trip abroad, so I'm going out with him." Ying Chanxi glanced at Li Luo, "But what does it have to do with me if you guys go out to play?"

"When is the monitor leaving?" Xie Shuchen asked curiously, "After the end of the semester, the members of our rock club may get together. Monitor, you can come with Li Luo."

"This should be okay, right?" Ying Chanxi thought about it. In addition to Li Luo, there was also Yan Zhusheng in the rock club, so he nodded and said.

After hearing what Ying Chanxi said, Liu Shaowen immediately became anxious: "Our literature club can also have a meal together."

"There are more than 30 people in your literature club, how do you get together?" Xie Shuchen laughed at the side, "We only have five or six people in the rock club, it's very convenient."

"Let's ask the president about this later." Li Luo said, "If everyone has time, we can have a meal together during the winter vacation at the end of the month."

"What about the literature club?" Liu Shaowen asked expectantly.

"Uh..." Li Luo looked at Liu Shaowen's eyes and immediately blushed. "I'll ask Senior Sister Xu about this when the time comes to see if she has any arrangements in this regard."

There is definitely no arrangement.

After returning home in the evening, Li Luo asked Xu Youyu who was lying on the sofa.

Xu Youyu immediately kicked his white and tender feet, and sighed, "Are you sick? Why are we having a dinner party? We finally have a holiday and can rest. Who would still want to have a dinner party?"

"Forget it, I'm just asking." Li Luo glanced at the pair of dazzling feet, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room, and then took out a small pudding from the refrigerator.

Eating ice cream in a hot air-conditioned room in winter is a unique enjoyment.

"I want one too!" Xu Youyu shouted loudly on the sofa.

"No." Li Luo shook his head. "Who said that you can't eat pudding if you have diarrhea these days? Senior sister, you should take it easy."

"How come you're more annoying than my mom?" Xu Youyu turned over on the sofa and couldn't help complaining, "I just said that, why do you remember it so clearly?"

"If I remember correctly." Li Luo glanced at her, "Your period is coming soon, right? It's better for you to eat less pudding."

"You're a little perverted." Xu Youyu stared at him for a few seconds, "How come you even remember my date? I don't think I told you?"

"Last time I saw you carrying a sanitary napkin into the bathroom, I memorized it."

"You're still a pervert." Xu Youyu spat, "You don't remember the dates of all the girls you know, do you?"

"Am I that boring?" Li Luo was speechless. "Why would I remember her if she's not even close to me?"

After chatting in the living room for a while, Li Luo returned to the bedroom and continued typing.

As a result, I received a call just after I had been coding for a while.

Li Luo took a look and found that it was Yan Zhusheng who called.

"Hello?" Li Luo answered the phone and asked curiously, "Why are you calling at this time? Are you in the dormitory?"

"On the way back to the dormitory." Yan Zhusheng said in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Hmm..." Yan Zhusheng blinked, "Li Luo, didn't you say you don't want to make fried rice anymore?"

"Yeah, I'm typing at home."

"Then why is your uncle still here?" Yan Zhusheng asked, "Zhao Rongjun is also helping out. He has already set up his stall."

"What is that?" Li Luo was stunned and asked quickly, "Is it over there by the fire door downstairs in your dormitory?"

"Yes, they are in the same place." Yan Zhusheng nodded and said, "My classmates told me that they have been there before, but I didn't notice them before. I only saw them today."

After hearing what Yan Zhusheng said, Li Luo's mouth twitched suddenly, and he roughly guessed what was going on.

"Let me go and take a look. They should not have left yet, right?" Li Luo asked Yan Zhusheng.

"No." Yan Zhusheng was standing not far from the iron gate, looking at the situation over there, "If you want to come, I'll wait here for a while."

"It's okay, you can go back to the dormitory first."

“But I want to eat fried rice.”

Li Luo: "...then go and order one."

"Can I eat your cooking?"

"You have quite high requirements." Li Luo rolled his eyes, hurriedly got up, put on his down jacket and scarf, and walked out of the bedroom.

At this time, Ying Chanxi was still taking a shower in the bathroom, and Xu Youyu was typing in the study, and neither of them noticed Li Luo's movements.

Li Luo changed his shoes and went out. He quickly rushed from Bihai Lanting all the way to the fire iron gate of the dormitory campus of the No. 1 Middle School, and saw his uncle and Zhao Rongjun at a glance.

At this time, Lin Xiufeng's electric tricycle had been modified by him from somewhere unknown and turned into a mobile stall.

The originally open-top compartment at the rear was changed into two floors.

Put fried rice on top and something like a gas tank underneath.

And it is not known whether it was to avoid suspicion or what, but Lin Xiufeng did not park the electric tricycle directly in front of the iron gate. Instead, he parked it on the side of the road a little further away, facing the entrance of the community across the road.

Occasionally, some residents who are taking a walk on their way home late at night or who have just returned from overtime would smell the fragrance here and come over to order some.

After all, Lin Xiufeng grew up in the countryside, so cooking rice was no problem for him. He even added some twists to it and could make fried noodles and fried vermicelli.

As for Zhao Rongjun, he traveled between the iron gate and the electric tricycle. The students at the iron gate took orders, and after Zhao Rongjun summarized them, he ran to the stall to place the orders and then brought the fried rice over to collect the money.

Seeing this scene, Li Luo was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

It’s okay with my uncle.

It is normal for Lin Xiufeng to be interested after discovering that he could make so much money by selling fried rice at a roadside stall.

But Li Luo really couldn't hold back against this kid Zhao Rongjun.

I thought I had convinced him before, but I didn't expect that he was secretly partnering with Lin Xiufeng and selling fried rice here without telling him.

Are you really addicted to making money?

Especially now that Li Luo is no longer there to share the profits, Lin Xiufeng has plenty of time to prepare in advance, and the money he earns is estimated to be several times more than before.

Thinking of this, Li Luo felt a little helpless. He walked to Lin Xiufeng's stall and said with a smile, "Boss, give me four servings of fried rice."

"Okay! Wait a moment!" Lin Xiufeng was so busy at the moment that he didn't even look up to see who it was. But the voice sounded familiar, so he looked up after realizing it, "Huh? Li Luo?! Why are you here?"

"You're still asking me?" Li Luo rolled his eyes. "I was just about to ask you, why are you selling fried rice here?"

"Isn't this making money?" Lin Xiufeng laughed a little embarrassedly. "I didn't think much of it before, but then I saw how fast you two were making money, so I became interested and went back to think about it."

"My delivery job is taken care of by a relative, so I basically work the day shift and get off work around 5 or 6 in the evening."

"I'm alone, and I don't have much to do when I get home, so I just watch TV and browse my phone."

"I come here to sell fried rice. I start working at around 8pm and close the stall at 11pm, so it only takes two or three hours in total."

"The net profit for this night is 500-600 yuan. Wouldn't you rush to do this kind of good thing? My monthly salary is only 4,000-5,000 yuan."

After hearing what Lin Xiufeng said, Li Luo was a little shocked.

Come to think of it, that's true.

It is mainly due to the students living in the dormitories, as the flow of customers is very stable.

Every day, there are dozens of students coming to buy meals, and Lin Xiufeng is the only one selling fried rice. Isn't this a business that can make a lot of money?
It's quite tiring to cook fried rice for two or three hours at a high intensity.

Li Luo had run a fried rice stall like this in his previous life. It was not so difficult when there were few people. He could make one portion every once in a while and it was not too tiring, but he made little money.

Once the flow of people increases, it can be quite tiring with one person coming after another without stopping.

In other words, Lin Xiufeng was able to persevere because he was not afraid of hardship and had the incentive to make money.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun collected another batch of students' orders and trotted over.

As a result, he saw Li Luo at a glance, and was so scared that he screamed: "Li Luo?!"

"Don't act like you've seen a ghost." Li Luo rolled his eyes and came to Lin Xiufeng. "Uncle, let me do it. You take a break. I'll grab some fried rice to take back."

Lin Xiufeng was stunned for a moment and wanted to refuse, but he was really tired at the moment, so he gave way.

He had tasted the fried rice brought by Li Luo and Zhao Rongjun before, and it tasted really good, so he was not worried about Li Luo's level.

But when Li Luo replaced his position and stood at the fried rice stall, Lin Xiufeng suddenly discovered that Li Luo's whole temperament was a little different.

How to say it... Seeing Li Luo skillfully use a spoon to hook all the seasonings into the pot with just a light hook, his movements were as smooth as a dragonfly touching the water, Lin Xiufeng was a little stunned.

You kid...aren't these moves a little too skillful?

At this rate, for every meal Lin Xiufeng produces, Li Luo can probably produce about one and a half.

More efficient than ever.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun was standing aside a little awkwardly. After Li Luo finished making the seven or eight portions of fried rice on the order and handed them to Zhao Rongjun, and then finished frying the four portions he ordered, Li Luo came to the iron gate with the lunch box.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun had completed the handover and collected another eighty yuan, and then five or six classmates placed orders.

So Zhao Rongjun quickly handed it to Lin Xiufeng at the stall over there, and finally returned to Li Luo.

"Is it fun?" Li Luo glanced at Zhao Rongjun and asked with a smile.

"Um... hehe." Zhao Rongjun scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "It's not that I have to hide it from you, it's just that I feel... well..."

"Alright, alright." Li Luo rolled his eyes. "Final exams are over anyway, and we're going to have a holiday soon. Let's see if your final exam grades have dropped."

"That's definitely not the case." Zhao Rongjun patted his chest and assured, "I studied very hard, there will be no problem."

Li Luo smiled, not worrying about this, and then asked: "So how much did you earn in the past few days?"

"Hehe." Zhao Rongjun couldn't help laughing when talking about this. "Your uncle gives me a hundred every day, and I help him record the orders and collect the money. Occasionally, when he's tired, I help cook for a while. It's pretty relaxing."

Li Luo was speechless seeing how excited he was.

But since the holiday would be in a week, he didn't bother to care anymore and just said, "You still have to be careful and tell my uncle if anything happens."

"I know."

After talking to Zhao Rongjun, Li Luo turned his head to look inside the iron gate and waved to Yan Zhusheng who had been waiting for a long time not far away.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun noticed Yan Zhusheng's figure, and his face darkened. He finally understood why the matter of selling fried rice was exposed.

"Here, the fried rice you asked for." Li Luo handed a box of fried rice to Yan Zhusheng. "Be careful, it's hot. I fried it myself."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng took the fried rice and nodded happily, "It smells so good."

"I'll give you a few more pairs of chopsticks and a few empty boxes." Li Luo said, "Don't eat too much at night. Give some to your roommate."

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently, "I know."

Li Luo took great pains to ensure that she would not be excluded in the dormitory.

Although Yan Zhusheng is a little clumsy sometimes, he is not stupid.

"Li Luo."

"Ok?"

"It's so kind of you."

"…Go back and rest early."

"Oh."

(End of this chapter)