Immortality Cultivation Era

Chapter 632 The Snacks At the School Gate

Actually, Gao Ge doesn’t intend to saunter outside.

After all, he grows up in Jiangnan City. No one knows better than him about this place.

This is only an excuse for him to avoid Yue Tuzhi.

However, what Yue Tuzhi said before is still kept in mind by Gao Ge.

The Ghost Sect is headquartered in west Huaxia?

The range is too wide, but this has been very important for Gao Ge. What he fears is not that the range is too wide but that he doesn’t even have a range.

There is nothing bad about it.

As he walks forward, unknowingly he arrives at the school gate of Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School.

He raises his head to look at the gate before him. Thinking back and forth, he still doesn’t go inside, though this place holds too many memories of his.

The school gate is the same as before. It is almost time that the school is over, so peddlers have been ready.

Arriving in front of a spicy-hotpot-skewer stand, Gao Ge walks to the bench behind the stand.

“Fang, I’d like a bowl of fried noodles with shredded meat.”

“Oh gosh!” The middle-aged woman who is busy working is surprised to hear the familiar sound. “Gao Ge! Where is Fatty Yue? Why isn’t he with you?”

Gao Ge rubs his nose and says with a grin, “He is at home. Besides, he is not Fatty Yue anymore. He has lost a lot of weight.”

The middle-aged woman wipes her hands with her apron and then sighs, “I can’t believe you young people. How can you be so obsessed with losing weight? My daughter is obsessed with it too. She is a few years older than you and has been working for less than two years. Now, she is talking about losing weight all day long. God knows that she is only a bit over 50 kg.”

“How much heavier?”

“Well... Like 15 or 20 kg. Not much heavier, right?” The middle-aged woman says seriously.

Gao Ge is speechless.

“It has been a long time since I met you last time. I asked your classmates about you before. They told me that you had become cultivators so you were transferred to another school.” Fang said.

“Yeah! We were transferred to another school and now we’ve graduated.”

“You’ve graduated?” Fang hums and says. “I suppose you and Fatty Yue must be fired for being too mischievous.”

Gao Ge chuckles. “People grow up. By the way, where is your husband?”

The middle-aged woman slows down her movement and then laughs, saying, “He is gone. It happened three months ago.”

Gao Ge quiets down.

Since he was in grade seven, Fang and her husband have been peddling at the school gate.

With a cart, they sell spicy hotpot skewers, rice noodles, fried noodles, fried rice and some fried kebabs added afterward. Their business is kind of expanded.

Fang’s husband was probably in his forties, less than fifty. He was a talkative man who could get on well with the kids.

What Gao Ge remembers most is that one day, when he and Yue Xincheng were chased by a gang, Fang’s husband stood up for them and scared the gang away with the domineering momentum of an adult.

Then he dragged Gao Ge and Yue Xincheng over and asked them to sit down. Afterward, he also made two bowls of fried noodles for them.

Gao Ge and Yue Xincheng, whose faces were so dirty, ate the fried noodles while listening to the middle-aged man’s advising them not to fight anymore.

Afterward, when they were after school, Gao Ge and Yue Xincheng would chip in and have a meal at the stand. As a result, they didn’t feel like having supper after they went home.

“Actually, he was too exhausted. These years, we’ve worked from dawn to night. We went to bed at midnight and got up at 4 a.m. to make the skewers. This is how we live. However, we still can’t make a lot of money that way. We only live slightly better during the Spring Festival. For one day, we can have the profit of 3,000 bucks,” Fang says while making the fried noodles. “I will quit the business by the end of this semester. After the Spring Festival, I shall not do this anymore. I can’t do it alone. I’ve been feeling not well these days.”

Gao Ge laughs. “You shouldn’t. Your daughter has got a job.”

“Yeah. I’ve also saved some money these years. It’s time to have a life then!” Fang stands up straight and rubs her eyes with her palm. “I always wanted to tour around with my husband. Now, I’ve perished the thought. If I go out alone, I may get lost.”

When the fried noodles are served, Gao Ge takes a look and says, “The portion size is still so large?”

“I’ve got used to it.” Fang chuckles. “I forgot that Fatty Yue was not here.”

Gao Ge takes out a pair of disposable chopsticks and then starts eating.

He and Yue Xincheng didn’t have much pocket money. They always bought one bowl of fried noodles with an additional empty bowl.

Later on, he realized that every time the fried noodles made by Fang and her husband were oversized.

Otherwise, how could a bowl of noodles be enough for two young men?

A man may get poor for feeding his son. This is not a joke at all. Therefore, it is even difficult to break even, let alone make money. However, despite that, Gao Ge and Yue Xincheng still dined at the stand for a few years.

Hence, in Gao Ge’s eyes, it is actually quite normal that Fang and her husband haven’t made much money but they’ve become a part of the life of the students of Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School. Even when they are old, sitting in the wheelchair and watching the sunset, they will surely smile and sigh at the thought of Fang and her husband.

Yue Xincheng once said that not only the students of Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School but also the students of the other schools would have a similar story.

Of course, now there may be much fewer stories like this among the millennials. After all, the urban administration is getting stricter and stricter. As to the rural area, who knows how many students there are in the rural schools?

Now the school is not over yet. Fang pulls a stool over and sits before Gao Ge. The table is even too short to reach the height of a man’s knees. It is uncomfortable indeed to eat against it, but Gao Ge has been used to it.

“Easy. Don’t get choked. Let me bring you a bottle of water.”

“Okay!”

A bottle of water is placed before Gao Ge. He opens it and gulps it.

“Where is the little girl called Meng Jing?” Fang asks.

“What?”

Fang laughs and says, “My husband once told me that given the way you looked at the girl, probably you fancied her but you just didn’t dare to confess. Are you together now?”

“Yeah, she is my girlfriend now.” Gao Ge chuckles.

Fang’s eyes glitter. Instantly, she feels rejoiced, as if her own son were getting married. “Good for you! Why didn’t you tell us earlier? If you had told us, my husband would have been delighted! He kept talking to me about you but he didn’t say it to you. He was just worried...” Then Fang suddenly stops.

Gao Ge takes up a napkin and wipes his mouth, saying, “He must think that I am out of her league.”

“Haha. He must.” Fang doesn’t feel embarrassed. After all, they are together now. “You guys are always capricious on the romantic relationship, but that girl is quite a good girl indeed. You must cherish her.”

“Rest assured. Fang, when I get married, perhaps I can bring you to my wedding ceremony.”

“Okay! It’s a deal then!” Fang smiles with squirted eyes.

At the moment, several men come over.

“Madam, get us some hotpot skewers!”

“Coming...” Fang’s voice is slightly changed when she sees the customers, but she still walks over with a forced smile.

Gao Ge slows down eating.