In the busy season of early autumn,
Li Qing's life had unusually settled into monotony.
He took turns with Wu Xingxing watching over the convenience store, then went for driving practice and occasionally helped out at the barbecue stall.
At night, he picked and chose like a general inspecting troops, selecting from his numerous women the one who needed his service.
Li Qing initially took a few days to get used to it but soon started to enjoy these shameless, uneventful days.
The only drawback was the modest income.
Although the barbecue stall was indeed doing well—large trucks filled the square every day—
none of that income was Li Qing's; he was purely a volunteer worker.
And even if Han Mei were to give him a share, it wouldn't amount to much, barely a hundred or so yuan at most.
In these mundane days, both Li Qing and Wu Xingxing successfully passed their theoretical driving tests.
At this point, they could almost say they had secured half their driving licenses.
