sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 17 Receipt of Admission Letter

October comes quickly.

After Wen Yan came out of the examination room, he couldn't help but gather up his clothes.

The wind in the autumn evening is already cool.

"I feel like I won't pass the exam again this year..."

Occasionally, passing complaints can be heard in my ears: "Next year, let's change to another school. Find one that is easier to take the exam and close to home."

Wen Yan smiled and looked at the passers-by who were in a hurry or strolling leisurely, feeling that life was more real.

She was born again.

In this life, I have taken a different path.

The admission result will come out around the end of November, and a notification letter will be sent to the address you gave when you signed up.

Pretty formal.

It's March when school starts...

The time is still long.

Wen Yan didn't intend to be idle.

She visited a few places recently and planned to set up a stall in Xiajia Hutong.

After eight o'clock in the evening, there will be basically no urban management there.

You can set up a stall until very late.

There are several large residential areas nearby, and the flow of people is not bad.

She bought a second-hand trolley for 150 yuan, and transformed it into a snack cart, with a gas tank on the bottom and an iron plate on the top.

Originally, she wanted to sell pancakes...

I walked around there twice and found that not many people eat pancakes at night.

When I went to the vegetable market to wander around to choose goods, I accidentally found a seller of that kind of pressed cold noodles.

She bought some and decided to sell grilled cold noodles.

The snacks in 02 don't seem to be very rich.

It may also be because she is the only one who sells roasted cold noodles in this neighborhood, or at this time, roasted cold noodles have not yet become popular in the streets and alleys of various places.

In short, within a few days, the business of roasting cold noodles exploded.

"I want two servings, hot and sour with onions, double eggs and sausages!"

The people who finally arrived in the queue immediately asked excitedly, and at the end hesitated for a moment, and said: "I'd better give me three copies..."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help gritting her teeth, her face full of pain.

A baked cold noodle costs three yuan!
Wen Yan responded with a smile: "Okay..."

Conversations like this happen almost every day.

Whether it is adults or children nearby, they like to come here to buy a meal every day, especially those who go out for a walk to digest their food. After being tempted by all the food stalls, they can’t bear her here, and they have to buy a meal in the end. Alas. Saying "I failed to lose weight again today", while feasting on it.

In the blink of an eye, it was December.

Wen Yan received the admission notice for the correspondence course of Capital University.

Even if it's just a correspondence letter, which is often ridiculed in later generations, it's enough to make her dance.

Soon, she is also a college student.

Someone who has gone to school and has a degree...

After picking up his registered mail at the post office, Wen Yan rarely went out of the stall and prepared to celebrate at home.

She went to the vegetable market to buy ribs and sirloin, and made carrot and corn rib soup and stewed sirloin with tomato.

This was the first time she had such extravagance after her divorce.

On the way back, I also bought a cup of powdered milk tea.

It is different from the various milk teas in the later generations, who even wish they could put a pot of rice in it...

Today's milk tea is more just adding coconut sticks, and even pearls are rare.

Colorful milk tea powder cans are placed side by side, and you only need to rinse with hot water if you choose the taste.

It's not very delicious, and it doesn't even taste like milk.

But Wen Yan still felt happy, sucking every sip carefully, and if he sucked up the coconut, his eyes would be narrowed with happiness... as if he had tasted some delicacy in the world.

During these days, she set up a stall selling roasted cold noodles and made a lot of money.

The cost of a baked cold noodle is less than one yuan, and it costs three yuan a piece, and nearly two hundred copies can be sold every day...the gross profit is between three and four hundred.

She has set up a stall for more than two months, and her deposit has increased by another [-] yuan.

But next year, she doesn't plan to continue doing this...

Selling roasted cold noodles is really profitable, and being tired is really tiring.

She didn't want to follow the old path of her previous life and tire herself out with all her problems.

When you get old, the one who suffers is yourself.

After dinner, she went to the roof for a walk.

There was a snowfall two days ago, and after she trimmed the flowers, she wrapped them in felt.

Now the roof of the building is bare, except for the big and small drums wrapped in felt, there is nothing left.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't know there was someone on the roof..." The sudden sound of apology brought Wen Yan back to his senses.

Wen Yan turned his head to look at the person who came, only thinking that this was a hunter who accidentally broke into the elf castle.

But the voice was a little familiar... It made her forget about "escape".

"You are?" she asked.

The man looked ferocious, but he looked honest and honest when he smiled: "I am a resident on the first floor..."

I live on the first floor, why did I come to the top floor?

Today the roof is not shared.

The certificate of title that the landlord showed her stated that the entire roof belonged to the residents on the top floor.

There is only one family on the top floor of this house...

In other words, the entire roof currently belongs to her alone.

She should only have the key to the door to the roof.

Seemingly seeing the doubt in her eyes, the man scratched his head and explained in a helpless way: "I think the door here is not closed..."

Then you shouldn't come in casually, right?
"Sorry..." The man apologized stiffly, as if he was waiting for Wen Yan to say that it was okay, and then he just stayed here.

"It's ok."

Wen Yan smiled: "Sir, just remember not to break into other people's places next time."

The back of the man's ears turned red, and he fled away in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)