Chapter 134 The Autumn Wind Rises, Eating Cured Meat

Although No. 1 Middle School does not have a late-night snack business, it does provide steamed rice services.

Every morning at seven o'clock in the morning and before two and a half noon, there is an iron shelf on the side of the canteen door. Students only need to put the metal lunch boxes containing rice and water on it, and the canteen staff will They were all pushed into the steamer and waited for the fragrant rice to be eaten when school was over.

Hmm...it's free and self-service.

Recently.

Due to the sudden drop in temperature, steamed rice service is very popular.

When I pass by school, I can always see lunch boxes on the iron rack. Most of them are girls, and only a small part are boys.

Song Ci is one of them.

The reason is very simple. She works at a radio station. After school at five o'clock every afternoon, she always goes to the radio station to read manuscripts and play songs. She is on duty until 5.45. By that time, the canteen is only The leftovers of cold rice can be tolerated in summer, but it is really uncomfortable in autumn and winter.

When the autumn wind blows, eat cured meat.

Every time Song Ci steamed rice, he would put a piece of sausage or bacon in it.

In order to share the sausages and rice at home, Anting took the initiative to volunteer and go to the canteen to pick up food and rice after school every afternoon; and then send them to the radio station to have dinner together.

Song Ci had no objection. The cured meat was not bought outside, but was made by Uncle An. She could not refuse Anting, so she simply steamed some more rice to make enough food for the two of them.

As for Bao Weiwei and Gao Fei.

Then there is no other way. If you want to eat delicious rice and cured meat, you have to steam it yourself.

A lunch box cannot hold enough for five people.

This afternoon.

As soon as school was over, Anting trotted to the dining hall, got a metal lunch box with a pink sticker on it, picked up some dishes, and went to the school radio station.

Many people write their names on their lunch boxes to prevent mistakes.

Song Ci didn’t dare to write her name. She was too famous in school and was afraid that some naughty man would do weird things to her lunch box, so she just put a pink sticker on it.

The door was not closed, and the afterglow of the setting sun entered through the door, making the room bright and there was nowhere to hide the fine dust.

As soon as Anting walked in, he saw Song Ci who was reading a manuscript. He was sitting upright, with a meticulous expression, and his full and moist pink lips were opening and closing, which was particularly beautiful.

Seeing the young man's arrival, Song Ci paused for a few seconds, put one of his fingers in front of his lips, and made a silencing gesture to indicate silence.

An Ting understood instantly and leaned quietly against the door, looking at her.

Song Ci’s voice is very nice, with a very good balance between hardness and softness. It may be that she has participated in a recitation competition before and has a bit of a broadcast accent.

You only need to read 2 to 5 submissions every afternoon.

They are all very beautiful contributions. Some are encouraging students who failed in the mid-term exam; some are writing short novels; some are writing poems...

Confession letters... some, But usually they are filtered and cannot be read out.

About three minutes later, Song Ci finished reading the manuscript, turned off the microphone, and spread the newspaper on the table.

Holding two bags of dishes and a lunch box, Anting walked up and sat on another chair.

Song Ci immediately checked what dishes the boy had ordered, braised chicken with potatoes, Hakka stuffed tofu, and fried pork with green peppers, showing a satisfied expression.

"Don't worry, after living together for so long, how can I still not know your taste?"

"Humph~"

In addition to offal and Except for fat, Song Ci is basically not picky about food.

Song Ci steamed a full box of rice. Since the young man did not prepare a lunch box, he just poured part of the rice on the lid of the lunch box.

“You are a lazy person, you don’t bring a lunch box, and you don’t wash the rice.”

An Ting didn’t want to spend time doing this, and let out a sly laugh: “Anyway, your lunch box is You can steam enough for two people."

"Let's start!"

"Okay!"

Just when the two were preparing to start the meal, A restless wild cat suddenly appeared on the window sill of the radio station. Through the window, its fur was swaying in the autumn wind. It looked at the two of them eagerly, still swallowing saliva.

Qiao Liang...

Anting: "Xiao Wai, why are you here?"

Song Ci was a little surprised: "Qiao Liang …”

“Hey, hey, I was resting in the school doctor’s office next door, and I happened to smell the fragrance...”

Qiao Liang was wearing a T-shirt + school uniform jacket, with the zipper open, and a He looked like he had just woken up, wearing socks and a pair of white slippers from the school doctor's office, and his hair was messy.

Messy and hazy.

The radio station and the school doctor's office are actually the same place, a self-built house located in the corner of the track and field, but the door opens in a different direction...

In this way, she has always been next door. .

The next second.

Qiao Liang looked at Anting, then at Song Ci, and said pitifully: "Fanfan, hungry..."

It looked like it was discarded in a cardboard box Stray cats.

I feel pity for you.

Anting can’t make the decision. These are the rice and sausages steamed by Song Ci. He can only wait for Song Ci’s reaction.

Song Ci and Qiao Liang only got along once. It was the afternoon when Bao Weiwei participated in the badminton school team selection. Bao's father bought six meals, and she had one of them.

Song Ci was actually a little hostile towards Qiao Liang.

In addition to the students in the school constantly comparing themselves with Qiao Liang, there is also an inexplicable thought.

To sum up, Song Ci does not intend to invite the other party to dinner, "No... we are not that familiar..."

Song Ci is a member of the Balance Sect and is kind to others, but has his own The bottom line is that when you should refuse, you will be very ruthless, like this moment.

However.

The moment Song Ci refused, the pitiful wild cat turned from defense to offense, bared its fangs, and said sinisterly: "Well... If you don't invite me to dinner, then I will kill you. Tell the story about the siblings."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Almost at the same time, An Ting and Song Ci coughed suddenly, then raised their eyes and stared at Qiao Liang with stunned eyes, their eyes seemed to ask - how did you know?

Qiao Liang was not ambiguous, holding the sunbathing with one hand, tilting his head, grinning, and said: "Teacher Xu visited your home last week, right? She told Teacher Xu about this matter, and Xu and I The teacher is familiar with me and knows everything... By the way, you are so good at playing. You are obviously siblings, but you pretend to be a couple. It's so interesting."

Last weekend, Xu Qingshu went to Bauhinia Street in the small town for a home visit. The Anting family already knew about the family reorganization, and she was best friends with Teacher Xu, Class B, Grade 1, so it was natural for her to share such heavy news.

Qiao Liang knew it after going back and forth.

Qiao Liang’s evil intentions were not only against Anting, but also against Song Ci.

Song Ci felt a sense of frustration after being caught for a long time. He sighed softly and said: "Come in, there is enough for three people."

To be fair, since he and An After Ting pretended to be a couple, her campus life was very peaceful and no one disturbed her. She did not want to be suddenly exposed.

"Oh! Thank you Song Cici!"

"Ah...Song Cici?" Song Ci seemed unexpected for this overlapping word.

　"Well, Bao Weiwei, Song Cici, brother Ting... cluck."

As soon as these words came out, Anting on the side snorted, "Song Cici... hahaha."
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"This title is as annoying as little sister..."

Little sister...

Song Cici...

Just as Song While Ci was complaining, Qiao Liang had already walked into the radio station wearing small slippers.

There are only two chairs in total, which are not enough for three people, so they are simply merged together.

This girl did not sit in the middle, but sat next to Song Ci, giving her a slight sense of familiarity.

Song Ci was not very good at dealing with Qiao Liang, so she silently moved closer to Anting, and gave her chopsticks to him, saying: "You use this, I'll use a spoon, there is water here, you It can be washed..."

Since the chopsticks were used by him, he suggested that Qiao Liang wash them.

What Song Ci didn’t expect was that Qiao Liang stuffed the chopsticks directly into her mouth. She smiled heartily and said, “It’s okay, I won’t wash it anymore.”

Song Ci: "."

In fact, it is not difficult to see...

Qiao Liang has a strong impression of Song Ci.

The source of the good impression is very simple. That time she choked on a bowl of cake on the slope outside the school. Song Ci invited her to drink water, and Song Ci saved her life. Her character is so clear-cut between love and hate. .

There is nothing to elaborate on during the meal. Basically, Qiao Liang was curious about reorganizing the family and asked questions.

Like a curious baby.

Song Ci was so annoyed that he couldn’t answer a word.

Soon, a difficult problem was placed in front of the three of them.

Today I only steamed one sausage. In the past, I would cut it into several pieces and put them in for steaming. Song Ci got up late today and didn’t have time to cut it, so he left one intact.

The tableware is made of wood and is constantly getting damaged.

Hmm...metal lunch box + wooden tableware is normal.

If you use metal cutlery, once it comes into contact with the metal lunch box, the sound will be like finger scratching on a blackboard, which will make your skin crawl.

After several attempts, I still failed.

An Ting thought for a while and suggested: "Then you all take a bite, one on the left and one on the right. I will eat the middle one."

Song Ci has mysophobia and cannot eat it. Eat other people's saliva.

Then let the two of you eat first and you eat last.

AlsoBefore Song Ci could answer, Qiao Liang accepted: "Okay! I'll take a bite first."

"You are really rude."

"Hehe Hee."

Qiao Liang likes to eat cured meat very much. One bite leaves a small mark and some saliva.

Song Ci watched Qiao Liang take a bite, and felt that if she didn't bite, she would be at a disadvantage, so she bit the other side, leaving teeth marks and saliva as well.

That’s it…the middle piece is left.

Song Ci looked at the boy with strange eyes, while Qiao Liang looked at the boy with a playful smile.

Both of them are looking forward to Anting’s thoughts.

Under the intersection of two different eyes, Anting still put it in his mouth and gave an answer that satisfied everyone: "Well...it tastes like daddy."

Absolutely!

This is homemade by An’s father, and you can’t buy it for any money outside!

In fact.

The moment Anting ate the sausage that had been bitten by the two of them, Song Ci suddenly recalled in her mind what she had said to Cheng Cheng - this boy would accompany her until the end...

This sentence is correct, no doubt.

In the name of family, Anting will always accompany him and spend the rest of his life together.

But...will there be someone to share him in the near future?

As I thought about it, I felt a little depressed.

Let’s eat first.

An Ting and Qiao Liang cook at the same speed, unlike Song Ci's slow pace.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Liang was full.

She remembered that she had other things to do, and left in a hurry. Before leaving, she said in a surprising way: "I have to go back and draw pictures. Come to the school doctor's office to see me when you have time, and I'll treat you to some glucose." !"

"Goodbye, brother Ting, Song Cici..."

Song Ci, who was eating, suddenly coughed.

It’s true... I’m not good at dealing with that girl.

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