Stealing Jiang Suisui's Business

It wasn't too busy just yet.

Hearing the hawking cries from the beverage stall next door, Jiang Suisui tightly knitted her brows.

It was clearly a drink stand, so why on earth were they selling spiced tea eggs too?

What's more, they were selling them at a lower price than hers and running promotional events—wasn't this blatantly trying to steal her business!

However, it was inconvenient for her to go over and check out the situation at the neighboring drink stall, so she could only continue making her snacks while keeping a sharp ear on the commotion.

Some customers who had previously been tricked or taken advantage of at the adjacent drink stall...

By the time evening arrived, the few of them stayed at the mountain villa to have dinner before heading back. Looking at the sheer number of bowls and chopsticks scattered across the dining table, I began to feel a little hesitant. If things kept going like this, whenever a few more friends came over for a gathering and extra dishes, cooking and washing up would become a thoroughly exhausting headache.

Though they couldn't clearly make out what was happening to the distant mountain of flesh, the colossal roar of its collapse gradually caused the people around Wu Yunhao to stop firing.

Zhang Beichuan was already fully prepared. Tonight, he was going to stay behind to accompany "Uncle Zhou, the warmth of his childhood," for his very last night.

Just as I was wondering why Zhao Long had come to City A without giving me a call, I took out my phone and realized that earlier in the morning, because I had to go meet Li Jing and the others to discuss some matters, I had switched my phone to silent mode. As it turned out, Zhao Long had indeed tried to contact me prior to that.

"What an absolute mess." Chen Che pinched the bridge of his nose, a wave of a headache washing over him.

Aatrox let out a rare, hearty laugh, his voice carrying the untamed arrogance he once possessed when battling the Void.

Hearing that the other party was willing to employ him, Kenjiro Tomita immediately grew excited. Shedding his previous laziness, he readily and eagerly agreed to everything.

By the time they finished discussing what to eat, the rat-beastman's fur was damp and plastered against his body, making the entire beast look as though he had just been hauled out of cold water.

"Hu Mingyang! The head coach wants you over!" The assistant coach walked up to him and said.

Therefore, ever since Ryutaro Oshima gave the order, he kept his eyes fixed on the courtyard's movements, repeatedly glancing at his watch as time ticked away second by second. However, the readiness progress of his subordinate officers and soldiers was far from satisfying to him.

Although he was slow to develop in certain areas, he had plenty of experience when it came to reading people's expressions and sizing up situations.

Inside the bedroom, Yan Xiangnuan was still fast asleep, resting very contentedly. Jin Weimo almost lacked the heart to wake her up, but after a moment of hesitation, he still decided to rouse her. After all, if she didn't eat anything, she would certainly wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Besides, having fallen asleep so early, if she woke up now, it would be extremely difficult for her to fall back asleep.

During the following week, He Jianjun pulled out all the stops to win over his parents-in-law, all the while remembering to look after his own parents' feelings. He truly had a knack for handling these kinds of situations.

The vendor was quite a young boy, wearing a gray short-sleeve shirt inexplicably layered with a vest, paired with loose, wide-leg trousers, and on his feet were a pair of somewhat battered sneakers.

Chen Lu had died a tragic death, and her demise was exploited by malicious individuals who were currently tripping Jin Bowen up at every turn. If not handled properly, Jin Bowen's political career might just end right here and now. Furthermore, people higher up had also begun investigating Yan Xiangnuan, which clearly indicated that she was being targeted.

After the month of June, Qin Wan's pregnancy symptoms finally began to gradually fade, though she herself had grown thin and gaunt.

"Yes." The moment Qin Wan's voice trailed off, a purple gift box materialized out of thin air before her eyes. Upon opening it, inside lay a silver object resembling a model airplane.

These veteran officials were, of course, not truly loyal to the deceased former emperor; rather, they wanted to use this imperial edict to thoroughly muddy the waters, or at the very least, prevent the Eighth Prince from acquiring the throne so easily.

"I'm telling you, this isn't a proper place to talk. There's a pavilion nearby, let's head over there." Right at that moment, Qin Yi'er suddenly addressed the group.