The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: You Call Yourself a Mother?

Xin Yu fell silent and lowered his head, working quietly.

Shen Lu told him to go call everyone in the shop over for dinner.

The weather was bad now, so Huo Qian and Wu Jun had swapped guard posts. Wu Jun was in the booth area, and Huo Qian was in the greenhouse in the backyard.

When Xin Yu went to the greenhouse to call for Huo Qian, he happened to see Yang Jing. He didn’t know that the three members of the Liu Family only got to eat lunch if they did their work properly. Thinking they were eating with the rest of them, he called out to Yang Jing as well.

Yang Jing was a little surprised but didn’t question it. She told Liu Qiang and Liu Yaozu and went to have dinner with them.

As soon as Shen Lu saw Yang Jing, she guessed Xin Yu must have made a mistake. But since she was already here, Shen Lu couldn’t bring herself to turn her away, so she just nodded at her, gesturing for her to sit down.

"I won’t be eating with you all today," Shen Lu said as she served the food. "Fu Cheng... ahem, the boss isn’t feeling well, so I need to bring his food to him."

The same went for Cai Su. Xiao Lang was awake, but he had no strength and was confined to his bed.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Yang Jing called out to her in a small voice, "L-Little Deer, can I take some with me after I finish eating?"

She hadn’t actually wanted to ask, but before she came, Liu Yaozu had repeatedly instructed her that she absolutely had to bring some food back.

Shen Lu glanced at her, then said to Huo Qian, "Keep an eye on my mother. She can eat as much as she wants while she’s sitting here, but she’s not to take even a single grain of rice with her."

Huo Qian replied, "Got it, boss."

Yang Jing’s lips trembled, and she didn’t dare say another word.

After going upstairs and entering the room, Shen Lu let out a long, melancholy sigh.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Cheng asked.

Shen Lu skillfully set up the small table. "Can you kick my dad and my brother out and only let my mom stay?"

"You hate them?"

"Shouldn’t I? The old one’s a male chauvinist, and the young one’s a bad seed." Shen Lu’s critique was sharp. "My mom is even more ridiculous. I suspect she has Stockholm syndrome."

She had said last night that there would only be two portions of food for lunch today. Liu Qiang hadn’t done his work well, so there was no reward for him.

But Shen Lu knew that the one who had truly gone without a meal at noon was Yang Jing.

Because Shen Lu had seen her in the greenhouse, scraping the dregs of vegetable soup from the bottom of a plate with an Insect Cake.

And now, when Yang Jing finally got a meal in the evening, she still wanted to bring back a bite for those two men.

Shen Lu was quite angry.

After the anger came a deep sense of helplessness.

Fu Cheng said, "If you kick out your father and brother, your mother won’t stay either."

Shen Lu knew that too. Yang Jing was used to depending on the Liu men, and the need to serve them was etched deep into her very bones.

’Wait, why am I getting angry?’ Shen Lu suddenly pulled herself out of her emotions, asking and answering her own question. ’Why am I wasting so much emotional energy on people who don’t matter?’

Reforming Yang Jing wasn’t a mandatory task. She just wanted to create a little trouble for the Liu men, something that would be a thorn in their side.

If reforming Yang Jing failed, she had a hundred other ways to torment them.

But none of this should affect her ability to run her shop properly.

Running the shop well and solving the current business slump caused by the weather was what mattered most.

She still needed to save up lots of popularity value, get more Lottery Tickets, max out the shop’s defenses as soon as possible, hoard supplies, and live to a ripe old age.

Shen Lu took a huge mouthful of century egg and lean pork congee, mumbling indistinctly, "I wonder if I can borrow that military armored vehicle from Zhao Qian for a while."

"What do you need a military armored vehicle for?" Fu Cheng was already used to Shen Lu’s scattered way of thinking and could follow her train of thought smoothly.

"To make deliveries."

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