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"No! Of course not! How could I dare to write that!"

Zongwen's face turned red with anxiety.

"But I've been thinking about it! I've been thinking about it so much that I can't concentrate on writing my essay at all! Do you think the examiners can tell what I'm thinking? What if they can sense that evil aura between the lines?"

"The examiners will only notice that your essay is poorly written."

"...That's alright."

"Not good," Zhang Yifan said. "It's badly written, even worse."

Zong Wen remained silent.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly blurted out, "Brother Fan, do you think repeating a year can improve one's writing skills?"

Zhang Yifan looked at him.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, this person still retained a sliver of rationality and did not actually write that "Mom" essay into the college entrance examination answer sheet.

There is still hope, though not much, but there is still hope.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. The exams are all over." Zhang Yifan slung his backpack over his shoulder. "I'm going to my dad's shop for lunch. It's not far from school, only a five-minute walk. That way I won't have to go back and forth, and I can rest there for a while. I have math class this afternoon."

Upon hearing about going out for a meal, Zong Wen's dejected expression visibly diminished: "Your dad's shop is opening today? I have to go and support it! Let's go now. I didn't eat much this morning, just half a loaf of bread, and now I'm so hungry I could eat a whole pig."

Zhang Yifan ignored him and turned to lead the way.

Zongwen followed behind, already eagerly planning what dishes to order for lunch.

The two turned two streets and saw the "Ronggui Snacks" sign in the distance.

The red banner with white lettering hung above the shop entrance, fluttering in the wind alongside two colorful opening flags, creating a festive atmosphere.

But as he got closer, Zhang Yifan slowed down.

The shop was open, but there were no customers inside.

Looking in from the doorway, you can see his father standing next to the cashier, arms crossed, lips tightly pursed.

His mother stood at the kitchen doorway, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at a man sitting at the dining table.

The person had their back to the door, wore a dark jacket, had a slightly bald head, slumped shoulders, and was hunched over in a chair.

The sound of arguing could be heard coming from inside the store.

Through the glass door, it was hard to hear exactly what they were arguing about, but Zhang Rongshan's low but furious questioning came through the door frame.

Zong Wen was still lost in his daydreams about ordering food and didn't notice what was happening inside: "Brother Fan, how's your dad's cooking? I want sweet and sour pork ribs, do you have any?"

Zhang Yifan ignored him, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Zongwen followed behind him, still muttering about sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Dad, Mom."

Hello, uncles and aunties!

Zhang Rongshan turned his head and saw his son. His tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, but his brows remained furrowed.

Liu Guilan lowered her hands from her hips, wiped them on her apron, and forced a smile: "Yifan's back! How did the exam go? This must be your classmate, right? Please sit down, Auntie will get you some water."

Before Zhang Yifan could ask what was going on, the man sitting next to him at the table spoke first.

He turned around to look at Zhang Yifan, then glanced at Zong Wen, his gaze sweeping over the two of them before finally settling on Zhang Yifan.

"How dare you all do such a heartless thing when you have family members preparing for the college entrance exam!"

Zhang Yifan looked at him.

"Your parents provided my child with a spoiled breakfast, which caused him to vomit and have diarrhea, making him miss this morning's college entrance exam! The college entrance exam! Twelve years of hard work, ruined just like that! Can you bear this responsibility?!"

Zhang Yifan turned to look at his father.

Zhang Rongshan's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Liu Guilan stood at the kitchen door, her eyes slightly red, not from grievance, but from anger.

"Dad, what happened?"

Zhang Rongshan took a deep breath and briefly explained the whole story.

Today is the opening day, which coincides with the college entrance examination. Last night, he discussed with Liu Guilan that they should prepare a few baskets of free steamed buns in the morning so that students passing by could take one as a good luck charm and to bring good fortune to Yifan.

He made the steamed buns himself, using fresh meat he bought at the market early this morning for the filling, and the dough was fermented in the early morning. The steamed buns were piping hot and were displayed for free at the shop entrance, with a red paper next to them that read "Free for College Entrance Examination Candidates".

Before eight o'clock, the steamed buns were all gone. The students who received the buns smiled and said thank you. One girl even said the buns were delicious and she would come back to buy more after the exam.

Shortly before Zhang Yifan and his group entered the store, the man suddenly rushed in, saying that his child had vomited and had diarrhea after eating the free buns given out at the entrance, causing him to miss the college entrance examination, and demanded compensation from the store.

After listening, Zhang Yifan looked at the man again and said:

"All the ingredients were bought fresh this morning, and the buns were made and steamed to order, so there's no possibility of them spoiling."

"You say it's impossible, but do you have any proof?"

The man slammed his hand on the table, causing the chopstick holder on the table to wobble twice.

"My son is still in the hospital on an IV drip! You have to compensate him! The cost of the missed exam, medical expenses, and compensation for emotional distress! It'll add up to at least 100,000 yuan!"

Zhang Yifan looked at him.

"What time did your child come to collect the steamed buns?"

"Around 7:30 or so."

"I received a few."

"two."

"What kind of filling is it?"

"The meat filling is pork and scallions, and the vegetable filling is chives and eggs."

Zhang Yifan turned to look at his father.

Zhang Rongshan shook his head: "All the steamed buns we made this morning were pork and cabbage. There were no pork and scallion buns, and no chives and eggs either."

The man's expression changed, but he quickly hardened again: "Then maybe I'm mistaken! Anyway, it's your steamed buns! My son got sick after eating them! There can't be any lie!"

Just then, the shop door was pushed open from the outside.

A girl in a school uniform peeked in, carrying a backpack and clutching a photocopy of her exam admission ticket, clearly having just come out of the exam hall.

She saw someone in the shop, hesitated for a moment, then looked past the man and landed directly on Zhang Rongshan at the kitchen door, her eyes lighting up.

"Boss! Your steamed buns smell amazing! I got a pork and cabbage one this morning, and I've been craving that taste all the time while I was in the exam hall. Do you have any more? I want more!"

The man turned his head and looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere; his expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

"You still dare to eat the steamed buns from this place?"

He pointed at the girl, then at Zhang Rongshan.

"Young lady, let me tell you, this shop is a shady business! They use spoiled ingredients! My son ate their steamed buns and got food poisoning. He's still in the hospital and didn't even get into college!"

The girl was startled by his sudden accusation. She looked at him, then at Zhang Rongshan, her expression changing from blank to confused.

"Really? I ate steamed buns from this shop this morning and I didn't feel any discomfort."

Moreover, the steamed buns were exceptionally fresh; I even told my classmate that they were made to order.

Several of my classmates ate it, and no one was hurt.