Han Bing finished her meal quickly and looked at me eagerly.
"For you to eat?" I pushed the basin over.
"No." Han Bing pushed back: "Hubby, I want to eat chicken legs."
I almost bumped my head against the table: "Sister Bing, it's just the two of us, we don't need to pretend to be so similar, right?"
Han Bing was angry again, staring with his eyes, and his voice was low and sharp: "You know nothing about chicken... You know nothing about shit, hurry up and get me a chicken drumstick, don't talk nonsense anymore..." [
I quickly stood up and ran to the window where I was cooking. Fortunately, she was not my real girlfriend, otherwise how would I be able to live in this life.
The chicken drumsticks in the cafeteria cost three yuan. They were not considered dinner and rarely eaten, so you couldn’t pay with a meal card, you had to pay with cash. I searched all my pockets and couldn’t find a penny, so I remembered to leave them all in the dormitory.
Inside.
It would be so embarrassing to go back and ask Han Bing for money now. I looked around, hoping to see an acquaintance and lend me three yuan. I happened to see the window where the money was coming and the noodle soup was being served.
After Qian Kuilai's "meal card" incident, he stopped adding money to his card, so he must have cash on him. I hesitated. His stinginess has spread to almost the entire grade. Can he borrow it?
I thought of Han Bing's frosty face, trembled, and hurriedly walked over to Qianqilai. Anyway, I would return it to him when I got back to the dormitory, so he probably wouldn't refuse to lend it to me.
When I walked over, I heard the chef at the window say: "Classmate, even if the noodle soup is free, you don't have to come and drink three bowls of noodle soup every meal..."
Qian Kuilai raised his eyebrows: "I'm thirsty, can't I?"
The master had no choice but to give him the money and quickly filled a bowl of soup and handed it to him.
"Come on the money!" I greeted him enthusiastically: "How about some soup?" Now I know why this grandson keeps running to the toilet.
"Well, let's drink." Qian Kuilai moved the bowl back slightly, as if he was afraid that I would snatch it.
Only then did I remember that I had long been a "gangster" in the eyes of everyone in the dormitory. If he dared not to lend me money, I would scare him with a straight face. Of course, it is still the old rule now, to be polite before fighting, to scare other people's honest children.
It won't be good if you cry.
"Brother." I put my arm around his shoulders and showed a bright and sunny smile: "I'm so happy to see you in the cafeteria!"