Sister, can I be a maid too?

"Teacher Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shufang looked him up and down a few times, her gaze finally settling on the bulging backpack on his back. She narrowed her eyes and said:

"Jiang Yubai, what's in your backpack?"

Jiang Yubai inwardly cried out in alarm, but put on an embarrassed smile, trying to get away with it:

"Teacher Zhang... I brought some breakfast with me, could you please forgive me this time?"

Zhang Shufang wasn't buying it; she stretched out her hand:

"Bring me your schoolbag."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubai's last shred of hope vanished.

—Well, it seems that Abbess Zhang came here for him today.

He gave a helpless look and handed the schoolbag to his teacher.

Zhang Shufang weighed the bag in her hand, glanced at him, and then walked to the podium with her schoolbag.

Jiang Yubai followed listlessly.

With a "bang," the schoolbag was slammed heavily onto the podium.

Zhang Shufang's gaze swept across the entire class, her tone serious:

“Recently, some teachers from other classes have reported that students often eat breakfast in the classroom, making the hallway and classrooms smell bad. When asked, they said that our classmates ‘purchased’ the food for them.”

As she spoke, she unzipped her backpack and began taking things out—

Meat buns, vegetable buns, shumai, spring rolls, soy milk... one by one they were placed on the podium.

Zhang Shufang rummaged through her bag again and surprisingly pulled out two more comic books and three more magazines, which she then placed on the podium.

The entire class fell silent.

Some people were holding back laughter, some looked desperate, and some clutched their stomachs with a bitter expression.

It's obvious that we won't be getting breakfast.

Zhang Shufang glanced at Jiang Yubai, who was standing obediently to the side, and said in an annoyed tone:

"Get ready, grab your backpack, and come with me to the office!"

Jiang Yubai responded and quickly swept all the steamed buns, soy milk, comics, and magazines on the podium into his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder, and followed Zhang Shufang out.

As soon as they entered the corridor, Jiang Yubai followed behind the homeroom teacher. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Jianxia peeking around at the stairwell.

He quietly waved towards the classroom, signaling her to go in quickly, and then quickened his pace to catch up with Zhang Shufang.

As Zhang Shufang led Jiang Yubai into the senior year office, they were met with curious stares from all the teachers in the office.

"Hey," a bespectacled male teacher joked with a laugh, "the 'Breakfast King' has been caught?"

The other teachers laughed along with them.

Obviously, everyone knows what Zhang Shufang went there to do today.

Jiang Yubai wasn't intimidated at all, and waved to the teacher with a smile:

Hello, Teacher Qian!

“What’s so good about it?” Zhang Shufang glared at him. “Get out of my office and stand by my desk. Take everything out of your bag.”

Jiang Yubai obediently stood by the table and began piling steamed buns, mantou, shumai, soy milk, and other things onto the table.

Soon, the entire office was filled with the aroma of breakfast.

He piled it up here, and all the teachers in the office gathered around to watch.

"Wow, so many!" one teacher exclaimed. "Did they bring a breakfast shop here?"

Another female teacher was also happy:

"I knew it! Every morning when we walk into our classroom, it smells like steamed buns. Turns out we're getting them all from you!"

Teacher Qian, who had just greeted them, took a sip of tea and looked at Jiang Yubai:

"You little rascal, Teacher Zhang was furious when he found out about this this morning. Turns out it was you, the mole, who we're talking about?"

As the math class representative highly regarded by Zhang Shufang, Jiang Yubai frequently visited the office and was quite familiar with several teachers.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubai coughed lightly and attempted to struggle:

"Um... teacher, I actually ate all of these myself."

After those words were spoken, the entire office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Shufang was so angry she almost laughed:

"You mean, all these steamed buns, shumai, and soy milk—you ate them all by yourself?"

Jiang Yubai nodded vigorously.

We can't not point it out; we can't just expose their classmates.

When it comes to getting paid to do something, it's all about keeping your word. Jiang Yubai would never be a traitor.

To make his words more convincing, he paused, then continued to complain:

"Teacher Zhang, you don't know, the breakfast in our cafeteria is..."

"Steamed buns get so hard they're practically empty if left out too long, and even tofu soup is no good. This seriously affects students' learning in the morning!"

"I had no choice but to buy it outside," Jiang Yubai said sincerely.

Zhang Shufang listened quietly to his nonsense, her eyes slowly narrowing:

"Finished making up your story?"

"Finished editing... Pshaw, finished talking."

Zhang Shufang sneered:

"Aren't you a day student? What do you eat for breakfast at school?"

A burst of laughter immediately filled the office.

Jiang Yubai's expression froze.

Oh dear, I forgot...

He opened his mouth, then continued making things up with a sincere expression:

"I...I love school, and I deliberately went out hungry just to experience the collective atmosphere in the cafeteria."

Zhang Shufang was too lazy to argue with him anymore, and turned to the head teacher who was also watching the show, saying:

"Director Wang, I've got the man. You tell me what to do with him."

Director Wang suppressed a laugh, cleared his throat, and looked at Jiang Yubai:

"So Jiang Yubai, you mean... the steamed buns and soy milk that appeared in other classes have nothing to do with you?"

"Huh? What steamed buns and soy milk? I don't know anything about them," Jiang Yubai said, looking completely bewildered. "I just ate this myself."

"You can eat this many? There must be forty or fifty of them, right?"

"I...I have a big appetite, and besides, I can eat again in the afternoon."

Director Wang nodded and pointed to the breakfast on the table:

"Alright. Now, in front of all these teachers, you eat ten steamed buns, and I won't pursue this matter further."

Jiang Yubai: "........."

Holy crap, what a vicious scheme!

He looked at the pile of large steamed buns on the table, his face showing hesitation.

"What, eating?" Director Wang chuckled. "Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Jiang Yubai was silent for two seconds, then said sincerely:

"Um... Director, I might have been a bit too harsh just now. Could you tone it down a bit?"

"Oh, now you know you're all talk?" Director Wang said with amusement. "Alright, three it is. I'll let you go after you finish three."

Even three would be a stretch.

Jiang Yubai secretly grumbled to himself.

Firstly, he had already eaten breakfast at home that morning, and secondly, these steamed buns were really substantial; three of them would really fill him up to his throat.

But since things had come to this point, Jiang Yubai had no choice but to bite the bullet, pick one up, and take a big bite.

His eyes lit up as soon as he took a bite.

And you know what? The skin is thin, the filling is generous, and it's incredibly juicy. The aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of scallions immediately fills your mouth. No wonder it's so popular.

He finished the first one in a few bites and then picked up the second one.

Even the most delicious food will make you feel stuffed if you eat several of it.

By the time he finished the second steamed bun, Jiang Yubai's face showed signs of discomfort, and his movements slowed down noticeably.

What can we do? Just keep eating.

Then a strange scene suddenly appeared in the office:

A student stood by a desk, oblivious to everyone else, and started eating a steamed bun. Instead of stopping him, a group of teachers gathered around, watching with great interest.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Director Wang finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Well, Jiang Yubai... if you really can't eat anymore, then forget it."

He hadn't expected this guy to be so clueless.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yubai's expression stiffened, and he mumbled:

"Water, water..."

The male teacher next to him quickly took the soy milk, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

Jiang Yubai took the bun and gulped it down several mouthfuls, finally managing to swallow the bun that was stuck in his throat.