After Lin Shirou left, Jiang Chen quickly returned to his seat and opened the lid to see what was inside.
He touched the lunch box, slightly surprised.
The rice is still warm.
The dishes inside are also very simple.
White rice, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a small portion of fried beef.
He picked up a handful of tomatoes and wanted to see if he could taste the original taste.
Well, I didn’t even get a bite of the skin, so she must have done it.
According to Lin Shirou, there may be pesticide residues on the skin, which cannot be washed away no matter how much you wash it. Excessive accumulation of pesticides is not good for your health.
Stir-fried minced beef is also her style. She will add a little minced red pepper for seasoning, and then add some cumin and sugar to increase the delicious flavor of the beef.
After Lin Shirou got married, she even learned a few tricks from her mother, Sun Yuhong.
From then on, every time it was done, it was done in a very spicy way, making Jiang Chen's anus both painful and happy.
After many days, he ate the food cooked by Lin Shirou again. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He ate one bite after another, eating everything inside.
Needless to say, the food in the high school cafeteria is unpalatable. If you don't eat it to death, you will be considered a victory.
It would be great if I could eat it every day.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but think so.
But when he thought of Lin Shirou's little hands that were still a little red just now, Jiang Chen had no choice but to feel his stomach ache again.
At this moment, a figure appeared from behind Jiang Chen.
"ha!"
"ah!"
Jiang Chen was caught off guard and was startled.
Behind him, Han Yutong was looking at Jiang Chen with a grin on his face.
"Crazy girl, who are you scaring?" Jiang Chen rolled his eyes.
"Scaring the coward!"
Han Yutong couldn't help but feel happy when he saw his body trembling just now, feeling like he had won a round.
"Who are you calling a coward?" Jiang Chen turned around and said angrily.
"You're a coward!"
As soon as Han Yutong said that sentence subconsciously, he immediately realized his mistake and changed his words.
"You are the coward!"
Jiang Chen didn't bother to continue arguing with her, so he picked up the cake on the table and waved it at her.
"Eat more?"
"I don't want what you bitten."
Han Yutong waved his hands with a look of disgust, sat down next to him, looked at the other untouched piece of cake on the table, and Nu Nu said.
"Why haven't you finished eating?"
"I can't just eat this. Rice stir-fry is more in line with my appetite."
Jiang Chen said while holding the lunch box.
"Come on, you don't know that the food in the cafeteria is terrible."
When Han Yutong remembered that the chicken nuggets he had eaten for lunch still had a few hairs on them, he stuck out his tongue and made a retching gesture.
Hearing a crunching sound from Jiang Chen's hand, he noticed the lunch box in Jiang Chen's hand and said:
"You didn't go to the cafeteria?"
Jiang Chen quickly scanned the lunch box with his eyes, and after making sure that there were no stickers commonly used by girls or Lin Shirou's name on it, he confidently raised his hat to her.
"I didn't go to eat."
"Did your mother make it?" Han Yutong asked.
"Then who do you think did it?"
"I thought your wife did it."
He said that the listener has no intention of listening, Jiang Chen almost broke into a cold sweat when he heard this.
Didn't the little girl see something?
Glancing at Han Yutong, who was sitting on his seat drinking yogurt, Jiang Chen put on a calm expression.
"Where did you want to go?"
"Maybe, when did you bring food in high school?"
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Han Yutong carefully inspected the lunch box in Jiang Chen's hand, blinking his eyes.
Looking at the stains and old shape of the iron lunch box, I felt a little relieved.
Only the parents' generation would buy this kind of old-fashioned lunch box, and it was definitely not a gift from one of Jiang Chen's fans.
After all, what high school girl would use such an old lunch box?
"Even if it is, why do you care so much?" Jiang Chen observed Han Yutong's expression calmly, and when he saw that the other party didn't see any problem, he couldn't help but tease him.
"Who...who cares? I'm just curious!"
These words immediately stopped Han Yutong. She twisted her body and turned her head to ignore Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen smiled, flattened the leftover wrapping paper and placed it on the note she wrote to him, with four words attached below.
"Thanks for the feeding!"
Then he put the note and wrapping paper on Han Yutong's table.
Han Yutong glanced at the other party's handwriting, then looked at the two gold foil papers placed on it, and then turned his head again.
"Why only two? Where's the third one?"
"This chocolate tastes good. I plan to take the remaining one back to my mother." Jiang Chen said nonsense.
Upon hearing this, Han Yutong reached into the drawer and started to look through it. He took out a box of unopened Ferrero Rocher and handed it to Jiang Chen.
"Hey, don't be so stingy, give Auntie a few more."
"No, no, no."
Jiang Chen quickly refused.
The little girl was too down-to-earth, which actually made Jiang Chen feel embarrassed.
"It's okay, I'm not short of snacks."
Han Yutong began to display weapons. The drawers were like Doraemon's treasure bags, with yogurt, jelly, chocolate, cookies... everything.
"See if Auntie has any snacks she likes. Take a few more and take them with you."
"Um……"
Jiang Chen looked at the dazzling array of snacks, pondered for a moment, and said seriously.
"Do you think it's still too late for me to change my name to Auntie?"
Upon hearing this, Han Yutong immediately took back all the snacks and gave him a blank look.
"dream!"
…
When evening classes were over, Jiang Chen still couldn't quite understand the little girl's logic.
Give it to my mother...
And my mother would definitely be reluctant to eat it, so wouldn’t she have to give it to me in the end?
It was just a matter of changing hands. I didn't expect the little girl to be so fussy about it.
But the little girl hides so many snacks on the table and still doesn’t get fat... which is also a bit impressive.
As he thought, he carried the iron lunch box to the water room.
There were not many people in the water room at this time. Through the glass of the water room, you could see Lin Shirou receiving hot water there.
Seeing Jiang Chen coming, Lin Shirou asked, "Isn't it delicious?"
"Of course not, it tastes very good."
Jiang Chen returned the washed iron lunch box to Lin Shirou.
"If the taste is not bad, I will bring it to you next week." Lin Shirou said again.
"That's unnecessary...it's my fault for troubling you."
Jiang Chen quickly refused.
This lunch box doesn't look like it can be kept warm, and the school doesn't provide a microwave.
Who knows how Lin Shirou managed to keep her lunch box warm at noon.
"It's not troublesome, it's just once a week."
Lin Shirou shook her head and looked over, her eyes gentle.
"Just think of it as a way to practice your cooking skills. I will live on my own in the future."
"This, um..."
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a little shaken.
Although Lin Shirou's cooking skills were not that superb, Jiang Chen was only used to eating the food she cooked.
Not only the taste, but also the heart.
For example, peel the tomatoes cleanly.
Even his mother, an old chef, doesn't cook so meticulously.
As if seeing his hesitation, Lin Shirou put away the lunch box and said with her hands behind her back:
"Whether you agree or not, I will make more and bring it to the school next week. If you don't eat it, I will have to throw the extra food in the trash can."
Listening to Lin Shirou's reply, Jiang Chen no longer had any reason to refuse.
Eat, you can eat anything.
He smiled and said: "It's shameful to waste food. How can you throw it away? It's better not to cause trouble to the cleaners."
