Compared with Zhao Minglei, who was neatly and neatly dressed, this male classmate looked much shabbier. He was wearing clothes that had been washed and turned white with many patches on them.

I saw this classmate bending down to fill a large bowl of soup. The soup was filled with seaweed and egg drops. Looking at the soup bowl in his hand, the classmate showed a satisfied smile on his face. He carefully took the bowl and walked aside.

An empty table in the corner sat down.

This classmate did not buy food, but only bought three steamed buns. He sat down with the bowl of soup and started eating. One mouthful of steamed buns and one mouthful of soup showed how delicious he was eating. Even Zhao Minglei felt uncomfortable sitting down opposite him.

Know.

"Classmate Cheng, what a coincidence." Zhao Minglei put down his bowl and sat down, smiling as he greeted Cheng Mengshan who was eating.

"Senior Zhao, why are you coming to the cafeteria for dinner today and Sunday?" Cheng Mengshan looked up and said with a smile.

"Yeah, I have something to do at school. I just came back from home, so why don't I just make do with a meal in the cafeteria." Zhao Minglei broke open the steamed buns in his hands and slowly put them into his mouth piece by piece. At the same time, he glanced at Cheng Mengshan's meal: "

Classmate Cheng, this is what you want to eat?"

"Yeah." Cheng Mengshan didn't eat as politely as Zhao Minglei. He just took the steamed bun and ate it, taking a sip of soup while purring.

"Why don't you order food? Doesn't the school issue food stamps?" Zhao Minglei asked curiously.

"Haha, keep it and eat it slowly. This is enough. These steamed buns are made from pure grains and are delicious. Where can I eat such good steamed buns in my hometown? And this soup, these are already good.

"Cheng Mengshan smiled honestly, but didn't say much.

As a cadre of the student union, Zhao Minglei is not aloof from the world, not to mention that people of his generation have experienced difficult times to some extent. Although Cheng Mengshan did not say it explicitly, Zhao Minglei could guess a bit.

In fact, there are many students with poor family conditions like Cheng Mengshan in the school. Zhao Minglei actually understands Cheng Mengshan's intention of doing this.

Although the food in school is free and the food is rationed, Cheng Mengshan, who is used to being poor, is reluctant to eat as much as he wants.

For example, there is a reason why he did not buy white-flour steamed buns for the three steamed buns he bought. You must know that the meal ticket required for the steamed buns is only half of the white-flour steamed buns. For Cheng Mengshan, being able to eat more with the same meal ticket is the key. As for the white-flour steamed buns,

It was rare to buy one every month, which was enough to satisfy his craving. The steamed buns in the canteen were made of solid ingredients, made entirely of corn flour and not mixed with other grains. In his opinion, it was much better than when he was in his hometown.

As for food, especially meat dishes, this is a luxury for Cheng Mengshan. He tries not to eat it if he can. The food stamps he saves can be transferred privately to classmates who need them, which is an income for him.

The wotou is served with vegetable soup, and there are egg droplets and oil droplets in the soup. This is already an excellent thing in Cheng Mengshan's eyes. Zhao Minglei has seen a lot of students like him. Most of these students have poor families and save money on weekdays.

The money can be used to buy books or sent home to support the family, and they also have a common nickname, which is "Commander Tang".

Zhao Minglei smiled and did not pursue the issue. He ate a few mouthfuls of steamed buns and a bite of braised pork. After a while, Zhao Minglei suddenly let out a soft ouch. Cheng Mengshan, who was drinking soup, looked up when he heard the sound and saw Zhao Minglei frowning slightly and asked quickly.

What happened to him.

"I had a stomachache yesterday, and I thought it was better today, but I seemed a little uncomfortable after eating this meat." Zhao Minglei said with a frown, then looked at Cheng Mengshan's bowl, and directly picked up his bowl with braised pork.

The chopsticks pushed the meat over to him.

"I can't eat this meat today, otherwise it will be another whole night of trouble. Classmate Cheng, please do me a favor and eat it for me." Before Cheng Mengshan could react, Zhao Minglei put the braised pork in the bowl.

All the meat was given to Cheng Mengshan, leaving only a cabbage base.

"This... this is not good..." Looking at the fragrant braised pork in the bowl, Cheng Mengshan swallowed subconsciously. After reporting for so many days, he had seen the braised pork in the school cafeteria countless times, but he had never seen it before.

Never eaten it once.

Of course it's not that Cheng Mengshan doesn't like eating meat. Who doesn't like eating meat in this era? Who doesn't like a mouthful of oily braised pork? Cheng Mengshan is not stupid.

"What's wrong? You're doing me a favor, and I have to thank you. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat it, wouldn't it be all wasted? Classmate Cheng, it's shameful to waste food. You can't just watch me do this.

Shameful person, right?”

Zhao Minglei said sternly, as if Cheng Mengshan's refusal to eat was equivalent to pushing him into the fire pit. Cheng Mengshan hesitated for a moment, looked down at the braised pork in the bowl, and finally nodded in confusion.

Picking up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, Cheng Mengshan took a careful bite. After one bite, the aroma of meat and oil filled his mouth, making him feel the most beautiful thing in the world.

If Zhao Minglei hadn't been there, maybe Cheng Mengshan would have chewed his mouth comfortably. But now he pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, but his constant chewing betrayed his truest thoughts at this moment.

Seeing Cheng Mengshan almost devouring the food, Zhao Minglei secretly smiled in his heart, but also felt deep contempt.

"What a country bumpkin, he can eat meat like this..."

Thinking this in his heart, of course Zhao Minglei would not say this in his mouth. On the contrary, he pretended not to see it and continued to slowly tear the buns in his hand piece by piece.

After Cheng Mengshan ate for a while and his movements gradually slowed down, Zhao Minglei said to Cheng Mengshan as if he had remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Cheng, have you registered the subsidy list for your class? Why didn't I see you register it?"

.”

Because he ate too quickly, Cheng Mengshan burped when he was about to speak. His face turned slightly red, and he quickly took a sip of the soup before pressing down.

"It's done, it's done. It's here with me. I planned to hand it over to the student union at noon tomorrow." Cheng Mengshan said quickly, taking out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handing it over: "This is the list.

, I just gave it to you directly today."

"Oh, let me take a look first..." Zhao Minglei took the list and looked at it carefully. The content of the list above is very simple. It is nothing more than a formal subsidy application. According to the number of people in a class, there are five subsidy places in total. Although

The subsidy is not much, only five yuan per month, but it is still a lot for students from poor families.

After one glance, Zhao Minglei frowned and turned to look at Cheng Mengshan sitting opposite: "Classmate Cheng, why is your name not on this list?"

"Haha, I'm the class monitor. Of course I have to consider the overall situation of the class. Besides, the students on the list all have relatively difficult families. Compared to me, I think they need more help."

"Classmate Cheng... no! Mengshan, is it okay if I call you this?"

Seeing Cheng Mengshan smile honestly and say it doesn't matter, Zhao Minglei showed an expression of admiration and said: "Mengshan, your awareness is simply admirable. Having monitors and classmates like you is the pride of our school and the pride of our students. Like

Class cadres like you are good cadres who really do practical things and consider their classmates. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of these classmates!"

"No, no, no, this is what I should do, what I should do..." Cheng Mengshan waved his hands in embarrassment while smiling proudly.

"I personally have no problem with this list, not to mention that it was drafted by you, Mengshan. I will hand it in tomorrow morning and urge the Student Union and the Academic Affairs Office to handle it as soon as possible."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhao."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Zhao Minglei waved his hand magnanimously, and at the same time, he thought about it and said seriously: "But there is something I don't know whether I should say."

"Senior Zhao, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Okay!" Zhao Minglei nodded and said: "In my opinion, compared to students with poor families, the number of places seems to be less. Let's not talk about others, such as you, Mengshan. Of course, you have given up this opportunity to others because of your style.

This is worth encouraging, but then again, we have to pay attention to the actual situation and let good cadres and classmates like you suffer in vain, right?"

"Let's see. As a cadre of the student union, I still have some autonomy. I will make the decision to apply for you. When I submit the application tomorrow, I will apply to the school leaders to add an additional spot for you. What do you think?"

Cheng Mengshan was stunned when he heard this. How could there be such an operation? It couldn't be that Zhao Minglei was looking for his own happiness, right? But looking at Zhao Minglei's serious look, he didn't look like it. Then he thought that if he could really apply for one more place,

If you can also get this subsidy, then this is indeed a good thing.

Five yuan, this is not a decimal. Cheng Mengshan works as the soup commander almost every day. He can’t even bear to eat meat for so many days. Doesn’t he just want to save money for his wife and children at home? If he had these five yuan, then Cheng Mengshan’s

You will have a lot more money on your hands. Not only can you send more money to your family, but you can also have money to buy the books that you have always wanted but were reluctant to buy.

"Senior Zhao, this...isn't this inappropriate? It won't violate the rules, right?" Although he was moved, Cheng Mengshan was worried. He was worried that doing so would cause trouble. After all, he is the squad leader. As the squad leader, he uses power for personal gain. This tradition

Going out is not good for yourself.

"How can there be such a saying? Regulations are dead, people are alive. Besides, I submitted the application for increasing the quota, and it has nothing to do with you." Zhao Minglei replied with a smile. Seeing that Cheng Mengshan was still a little hesitant, he

He simply stood up and patted Cheng Mengshan on the shoulder.

: "Okay, this matter is settled like this. Don't tell other people for now. After all, we don't know what the result of the application will be. I will let you know when the result comes out. Oops, my stomach is really bad. Look.

I really can’t eat meat these days since I’ve been here, so I’m going to Mengshan first.”

With that said, Zhao Minglei took the unfinished steamed buns and bowls and chopsticks and hurriedly left the canteen. After Zhao Minglei left, Cheng Mengshan came back to his senses.

Looking at the two pieces of braised pork left in the bowl, and thinking about what Zhao Minglei just said, he smiled thoughtfully and shook his head, then continued to pick up the chopsticks and put the braised pork into his mouth.
Chapter completed!