A Heartwarming Decade

I don't know what Yanxi said to Sindayi. After that day, Sindayi treated Aheng a lot better, at least he was willing to talk to her.

However, when the two really get close, it is still a meal.

The food in Xilin Canteen is notoriously unpalatable in middle school circles. According to the drama of the outside school, Xilin's students not only learn sturdily, but also speak very well. I never talk about eating when I eat, I always say "Did you date Xiaoqiang today"; potato fried pork does not say potato fried pork, but always says "potato fried potatoes"; tomato scrambled eggs does not say tomato scrambled eggs, but "tomato fried tomatoes ".

Of course, this group of cows are still very self-reliant. They eat rice and don’t yell at their mothers. They basically grinned. They walked up to the chef and said, “You’re doing too much food today, Sand There is rice in it, which grinds my teeth hard."

Ahem, in fact, these are nothing. What is hateful is that the food is very expensive and expensive, and the amount given is often not enough. Girls are fine, but boys, half-old fur boys, generally don't have enough to eat.

So the boys formed the habit of bringing meals to school, and then putting them in the microwave oven in the cafeteria to heat them up, and they finished eating hastily.

Ah Heng often cooked the food in advance the day before and brought it to school the next day.

Yanxi usually doesn't bring a lunch box, and always sees a bunch of friends, who grabs the delicious food. Recently, I fixed the object, I just want to think about it.

"Sister Zhang's cooking skills have risen recently, and the taste is not as heavy as before." Yanxi held Si Wan's lunch box, eating so much oil that she spoke to Xindayi contentedly.

"Sister Zhang's taste will become lighter? Every time I eat Siwan's food, I have to drink a jar of water!" Xin Dayi buried his face in the lunch box and said vaguely.

A Heng sat in front and grinned with his mouth pursed.

"Auntie, do you have braised pork ribs in your lunch box?" Yanxi sniffed, and looked at Sindayi with piercingly.

"No!" Sindayi held the lunch box and looked at Yanxi with a guard.

"Dayi, what's the relationship between us? Isn't it just a few spare ribs, master, can I grab you? Hey, let me see..." Yanxi chuckled, half of dimples piled up on her mouth. .

"That's what you said yesterday, but my spare ribs disappeared in an instant!" Sindayi spoke sternly.

Yanxi flew, hung on Sindayi, and stretched his paws towards the lunch box. Sindayin was unyielding, holding a lunch box, as if Dong Cunrui was holding a bag of explosives.

"Teacher Guo!" Yanxi suddenly changed her face and greeted Sindayi seriously.

Sindayi was confused, turned around, Yanxi smiled treacherously, and stretched out his hand to grab the lunch box while the boy turned around. Unfortunately, I just gnawed chicken wings, my hands were still oily, but the lunch box was iron, my hands slipped, and the lunch box was on the ground.

Sindayi turned his head, crouched, tears trembling: "My meat, my food..."

"Ha... what, there really are ribs..." Yanxi pointed to a sauce-red ribs on the ground and said in a low voice.

"Yanxi, you pay me!" Sindayi was angry and his hair stood up.

"Cough... here, here you are." Yanxi looked at the ceiling with wide eyes, with one hand behind his head, and the other hand to the boy the lunch box he had snatched from Si Wan.

Sindayi took the lunch box, and the tears that hadn't come out just now soared: "Even the roots and leaves are not left, you let me eat the hair!"

Yanxi shook Erlang's legs, held a toothpick, shrugged, and opened her hands innocently and said, "Then master, I can't help it..."

"I fought with you!" Sindayi gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves.

After eating for a long time, Aheng's ears didn't stop for a moment, he sighed, put his chopsticks, turned around and stretched out his lunch box in front of Sindayi, picking up half of it into his empty lunch box: "Here, you eat. "

"I don't eat the rice cooked by Sister Zhang, it's salty!" Xin Dayi glared at Yanxi every word.

Yanxi's eyes were dark and shiny, with an extremely innocent light.

"I did it, not, Sister Zhang." A Heng said gently.

"You can cook?" the two teenagers said in unison.

Aheng nodded, taking it for granted. When a girl reaches her age and can't cook anything, how can she marry in the future?

"So, you made Si Wan's meal?" Yan Xi raised her eyebrows, her ink color fainted Cui.

Aheng smiled and continued nodding.

Sindayi's eyes widened, and at first he didn't want to pick up, but his stomach gurgled. My heart turned and my eyes closed, fucking, Si Wan, Yanxi can eat as well as he can eat, so he took it.

Braised eggplant, fragrant dried pork, tomato and egg, a few home-cooked dishes are simple, but delicate and clean, very attractive.

The young man scratched his head, grabbed the food with his chopsticks. At the beginning, I only felt ordinary in my mouth, but the more I ate, the more delicious I became addicted. At the last bite, I burped and put down my chopsticks.

"Ha...dead kid, look like a silly!" Yanxi is older than Si Wan and Dayi, and has been a fan of a human brother since she was a child, scolding a teenager.

Ah Heng also smiled, his thin lips slightly curved, with a clear color.

Sindayi wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked up at A Heng, and said, "Wen Heng, don't laugh like that in the future, it looks upsetting!"

"Ha ha."

"Originally, I didn't want to pay attention to you. I laughed like this all day, so fake. But Lao Tzu's mouth is soft. From now on, don't laugh like this in front of us, you know?"

"Ha ha."

"You are really a stake, you can't understand it!" Sindayi curled his lips.

"Ha ha."

"Does the cheek hurt?" Yanxi smiled.

"It hurts." A Heng poked his cheek and said embarrassedly.

She responded with kindness to the world, knowing the stubbornness of people's hearts, and did not expect her ability to change anything overnight. She just hoped that when others turned around, she could see her smile.

Although others might not smile back with the same smile, she has worked hard and longed for subtle power. Regarding the rest, it's good if you don't regret it. As for others, she is powerless and doesn't want to control a lot.

"A Heng, is it possible to make a discussion with you?" Si Wan's expression is very serious, and his bright eyes are still warm as the sun.

"What?" Aheng smiled and tilted his head. She was doing exercises, Si Wan just knocked on the room.

"The cooking will be a little bit unpalatable next time." Si Wan frowned and sighed.

"Why?" A Heng was startled.

"Yanxi grabs my food all day, and I can only eat bread every time." Si Wan looked helpless.

Aunt Zhang is a typical northerner, with a strong taste, and her dishes often taste too salty. But the Wen family are gentle and polite people. They respect the old people who have served in the Wen family all their lives. They are never picky, and it's good to be used to eating.

According to Zhang's cooking taste, Yanxi would never steal his lunch box, but now that Aheng is in charge, Yanxi has looked for it, making him very helpless.

"Do some more." A Heng sniffed and smiled.

"Here, his lunch box." The young man also smiled, slyly, with a clear spring-like face and deep dimples. He took out a plastic lunch box from his back, and it looked like he had expected.

The lunch box, pink, printed with Little Red Riding Hood piglets wearing small flowers, Yanxi style.

Aheng sighed.

It's not a difficult task to add more words of Yanxi when cooking. Si Wan mentioned it to her in such a fuss, it is estimated that Sheila is not acting well, and discussed with Si Wan, around the corner, wanting her to speak by herself.

That young man didn't pass Si Wan and told her directly, how could she reject him? Presumably, Yanxi felt that it was inconvenient to share a relationship with her, especially because it was too embarrassing to beg a girl, so he kicked Si Wan into a play.

This person is too awkward...

Ahengmo looked at Si Wan and took the lunch box: "Yanxi, what do you want to eat?"

"Oh, Axi said that he wanted to eat braised pork ribs, stewed pork ribs, winter melon pork ribs, steamed pork ribs..." Si Wan didn't hesitate. After speaking, he saw Ah Heng's expression of helplessness and felt that he had colluded with A Heng. Really unkind, blushed.

"Cough cough..." Si Wan looked awkwardly, concealing his guilt uncomfortably.

"I know, I know..." Braised pork ribs, stewed pork ribs, winter melon pork ribs, steamed pork ribs? She must have been thinking about it for a long time before she told Si Wan. Aheng smiled and lightly unconsciously nodded the piglet's nose on the lunch box.

"Ah, by the way, Aheng, Axi is in the class. You should urge him to study more, and you should pay more attention to his sleep in class." Si Wan said solemnly.

"Yanxi, why do you want to repeat the grade?" Aheng has been questioning.

"Oh, I slept for the final exam and didn't take the exam." Si Wan looked helpless.

"You and him are not in the same class?" Aheng asked him. She remembered that Si Wan and Yanxi were students in the same class.

"We have always been at the same table."

"Then why, not much, look at him?" A Heng wondered, since there is a thoughtful smile, and Yanxi has someone to take care of, how could he do such an outrageous thing.

"I care about him? It's good that the young master didn't toss me to death before I care about him." Si Wan raised his eyebrows, with an expression of incredible how could you let me do such a thing.

Aheng silently glanced at Si Wan.

Oh, let me urge Yanxi, control Yanxi, dare to love, my face is bigger than you, my face is whiter than you, Yanxi will only toss you and not toss me? Not loved by my compatriots.

A Heng handed the pink piglet to Yan Xi. The boy smiled brightly and his eyes widened and pretended to be ignorant: "Oh Wen Heng, how did you help me make a copy. You kid, you are so polite , Alas, it's so polite, really..."

Immediately, Dian Er Dian'er opened the lunch box, blinked his eyes, and began to grind his teeth: "Where are the ribs? Master, where are my braised ribs, stewed ribs, winter melon ribs, and steamed ribs? Yeah! It must have been the dead child Siwan forgot. Say!"

Aheng pretended not to know, eating his own meal silently, Yanxi whispered in his ear. The boy's muttering sound was the refreshing taste of adolescence, straight and unconscious nasal sound turning slightly.

The boy pouted, took a spoon and dug a spoonful of rice, but saw pieces of steamed pork ribs spread under the soft white rice.

Immediately, the sound was silenced.

A Heng laughed in a good mood, the joy of the successful prank.

"Fen steamed ribs, Axi, I want to eat too..." Sindayi squinted his face, holding the lunch box and squeezing it beside Yanxi.

Yanxi deliberately shouted loudly, her dark eyes filled with warmth: "If you want to eat spare ribs, you have to say something nice and listen."

Sindayi straightened his bowels and yelled: "Don't you just eat a piece of your ribs, stingy!"

Yanxi raised her eyebrows, scooped a piece of ribs, and dangled in front of Sindayi.

The boy raked his hair, drooled, and his expression was serious: "So what, Yanxi, I want to eat spare ribs, I really want to eat it, I want to eat it very much!"

"Then what?" Yanxi asked, but his eyes were cast towards Aheng.

"I want to eat ribs, thank you." Sindayi said in an urn.

"What? What is the sentence after I want to eat ribs?"

"Thank you!"

"Ah, the sound is too small to hear."

"Thank you!!"

"Can't hear."

"Thank you!!!"

"what?"

Sindayi was angry: "Yanxi, you **** me!"

"Master, I really didn't hear it!" Yanxi puckered out her ears and smiled flatly at the front seat, gently and narrowly, "Wen Heng, did you hear it?"

A Heng turned around and smiled helplessly: "I heard it, I heard it."

Thank you.

Got it.