Yun Qiao ordered three dishes. Seeing Xi Lanting's hesitation, Yun Qiao ordered three different dishes for him, and bought all six kinds of vegetables.
The autumn day is clear, the sun is light and warm, and the wind is dry and slightly drunk.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting each took a piled lunch box, walked out of the cafeteria, and found a corridor near the Department of Medicine to sit and eat.
Many students also ate here and greeted Yun Qiao from afar.
"Uncle Qi, let me help you pick out the tares in the rice." Yun Qiao said cheerfully.
Xi Lanting was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, he said: "Is this what you eat at school?"
"It's quite delicious." Yun Qiao said.
Xi Lanting: "..."
She is really a little pig, so she eats pig food with relish.
"I'll pick it myself." He took the lunch box from Yun Qiao's hand.
After digging through the rice, he picked out two more tares and a pebble. Xi Lanting resisted the urge to sigh and handed the lunch box to Yun Qiao.
"Eat it," he said.
Yun Qiao: "You eat first."
"I'm not very hungry." He said, "You eat first. There is no reason for you to watch me eat."
Yun Qiao felt her boyfriend's care and took it over with a smile.
Xi Lanting continued to pick the tares from another portion of rice.
Yun Qiao was not anxious about eating, but she was not particularly polite either. She ate happily and it was very delicious.
This gave Xi Lanting an illusion: "Maybe, these meals just don't look like much."
He tasted the chopsticks stir-fried shredded pork.
The strong and bitter smell of soy sauce, the flavors of dried spices and shredded pork were all covered up by the smell of soy sauce. This was simply a bowl of soy sauce mixed with some unknown thing.
He wanted to hold back his disgust and swallow it, but he couldn't.
Xi Qiye’s stomach is not a trash can.
He was used to being well-dressed and well-fed, and rarely suffered such a crime; he vomited it out and tasted the food in Yun Qiao's bowl.
Only the stir-fried bean sprouts are edible, the others are either too light or too bland, and generally lack any oil or water.
"...Is this delicious?" he asked Yun Qiao again.
Yun Qiao saw that he had vomited three times after taking four bites, so he hurriedly gave him all the fried bean sprouts and said: "It's not that bad..."
Xi Lanting: Why is my girlfriend such a stupid pig!
She actually can't even tell the difference between good and bad.
Yun Qiao is a person who can enjoy top-notch food and can also eat glutinous vegetables.
She couldn't help but laugh: "I think it's okay. When I used to walk outside, sometimes the hotels where I stayed were relatively small and the food wasn't as good as this."
When she was six years old, she traveled around with Granny Xiao and visited many places.
Naturally, it is impossible to be exquisite in everything when the carriage and horses are tired. Sometimes, if you are not in time for a hotel, you can stay in the wilderness for a night; if you are not in time for meals, two sesame seed cakes and a pot of water can be a meal.
In short, Yun Qiao feels that studying is not for enjoyment. It is really good to have hot meals and dishes.
When she was studying in Guangzhou, she also ate in the cafeteria at noon.
At that time, the cafeteria provided rice and stir-fried vegetables at noon, but the stir-fried dishes were very limited and had to be grabbed.
Teenage girls are very capable of fighting. If they can't get it, they can only eat pickles and rice.
Yun Qiao still doesn't understand why the canteen doesn't provide enough stir-fry dishes.
She guessed that it was probably because of the hot weather in Guangzhou that the food would be spoiled by the next meal. The canteen would rather sell less than waste more.
I don't know if my guess is correct or not.
Therefore, she has never had any illusions about the canteen.
She was pleasantly surprised when she discovered that in the canteen of Yancheng University, there was no need to grab food, and the rice provided was only a little bit of tares and gravel instead of moldy rice.
In the cafeteria where she went to middle school, most of the rice was moldy. The cooked rice looked hot and fresh, but actually had a sour taste.
Don’t you have to still eat it?
Xi Lanting took a few bites, but felt helpless and put down his chopsticks.
When Yun Qiao was full, he said, "I'll help you wash the dishes."