Gu Chengyu and Wang Qikai met in the canteen. They saw that most of the students eating in the canteen were eating a bowl of white rice porridge, two white-flour steamed buns, and a bowl of fried vegetables on the side. This canteen was not like the modern canteen of the previous life.
Similarly, there are many dishes for everyone to choose from. There is only one dish here. The daily white rice porridge and white flour steamed buns are the same, but the seasonal vegetables will change.
For people like Gu Chengyu who ate in a private school, the master would give out a small bamboo stick with the word "supply" written on it. As long as he showed the small bamboo stick to the lady in the dining hall before each meal, she would prepare the meal. Of course, after a long time,
The cook will know exactly who brings their own food and who buys food from the private school. After all, there are only about fifty people in a private school.
Just as he was about to take out the sign, Gu Chengyu remembered that Wang Qikai was not eating in the private school, so wouldn't it mean that there was no sign? He didn't know if Wang Qikai knew that he had to take a sign when eating. What would he do if he didn't have a sign?
"Why did you stop? Come in quickly! I'm starving!" Wang Qikai hurriedly pulled Gu Chengyu towards the cook.
After thinking about it, he still refrained from saying anything. He thought that when the time came, he could buy a meal for the two of them to share, but he was just afraid that Wang Qikai wouldn't be full.
"Auntie, give me one." Gu Chengyu came to the rice bucket, took out the sign from his arms, and handed it to the cook.
That's right, don't doubt it, it's a rice porridge. The white rice porridge here is served in a somewhat deep wooden barrel.
The cook glanced at the sign and then said with a smile: "You just came to Class C today? Mr. Wen told me yesterday. Ouch! He's so good-looking! He's just a little thin. Wait a minute.
"Here, I'll give you some more." In fact, there isn't much white porridge in the barrel anymore, what's scooped out from the top is all thinner, and what's left below is of course the dry stuff.
After the cook finished speaking, she gave Gu Chengyu the driest porridge at the bottom of the pot, and also filled a full bowl. Then she gave Gu Chengyu a spoonful of broad beans. Gu Chengyu took a look and found that there was shredded pork in it?
It seems that the food in this canteen is very good! Except for one vegetarian dish which is rather boring.
"Thank you, ma'am!" Gu Chengyu smiled and thanked the cook.
The cook hurriedly waved her hands and said no, and shouted that she could not deserve the gratitude of others. However, a bigger smile appeared on her slightly dark face, and her gums could be seen from her open mouth.
"Auntie, call me quickly! I don't have a signature, can I use the money?" Wang Qikai was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but he didn't have time to watch them thank each other.
"You little fat guy, didn't you see that I was busy? Just give me ten cents." The cook handed Gu Chengyu two white-flour steamed buns.
Gu Chengyu watched Wang Qikai count out ten cents from the purse hanging on his waist and gave it to the cook. However, when the cook was ladling the porridge later, he was very casual. A spoonful on the surface was less than Gu Chengyu's full bowl.
Still a little worse.
In this way, Wang Qikai and Gu Chengyu carried porridge and vegetables, found a seat at random, and sat down. During this period, Wang Qikai kept muttering about the cook's favoritism.
There were actually not many people in the dining hall. Some students lived in the town or very close to the town, so like Wang Qikai, they went back to eat. Some students went back after heating up the food and ate while reading.
Of course, most of these students are in Class A. To enter Class A, you have to pass a test set by the master and have excellent results. There are also students who are about to take the child examination, in which case they will be automatically promoted to Class A.
Gu Chengyu took a sip of porridge, took a white flour steamed bun and started to bite it. When he looked up, he found that Wang Qikai had already bitten half of the steamed bun in a row. He might have eaten a little too fast and was choked. He was busy and saw that he had taken a big mouthful of porridge.
Then he swallowed the bun in his throat and sighed comfortably.
No wonder he has developed such a body shape. He must chew carefully and slowly. If he swallows like this, won't he gain weight?
"Qikai, eat slowly. Eating too fast is a burden on your stomach."
"I'm used to it. I eat like this all the time. I get dizzy when I'm hungry. If I don't eat quickly, I'll faint." Wang Qikai said nonchalantly.
After hearing what he said, Gu Chengyu took a closer look at his face. Could it be that he had low blood sugar? But seeing that he ate a lot, the food at home must not be bad, so how could he have low blood sugar? His face was rosy, and it didn't look like he had low blood sugar.
It's hypoglycemia, and there may be other reasons.
Unfortunately, he has only read a few detailed explanations of medicinal materials. As for medical books, he flipped through one, which recorded common wind-cold diseases. This disease probably requires consultation with a doctor.
He and Wang Qikai had only become acquainted today, and they couldn't have a close conversation. The Wang family would definitely ask a doctor to take a look at it. Maybe this would involve the back family's secrets, so it was not convenient for him to say more.
"Hey, look, it's Ye Zhiqiu!" Wang Qikai pointed in the direction of the table two tables away and whispered to Gu Chengyu.
Gu Chengyu followed Wang Qikai's hand and looked over, only to see that the other person was about seven or eight years old, not tall, and wearing an old double-breasted robe. In front of him were the meals he had brought, two cereal nests, and a piece of wild vegetable pancake.
At this time, he was taking small bites of hot water from the canteen.
Suddenly, someone said loudly: "Some people! Even though the poor at home don't have enough to eat, they still insist on coming here and letting the family support them. I don't know how they can stay in a private school?"
Gu Chengyu looked for the sound and found that it was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy not far from Ye Zhiqiu. Although he did not name him, his eyes were looking at Ye Zhiqiu. He saw that Ye Zhiqiu, who was eating just now, had stopped.
Chopsticks, his face turned a little red. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this student was targeting Ye Zhiqiu, and he was probably also a student in Class B. However, Ye Zhiqiu was so crowded, and not a single student came forward to help. On the contrary, he
At the adjacent tables, some were still helping, while others were just waiting to laugh.
Gu Chengyu shook his head when he saw this. No matter what the situation of the Ye family was, it was not the turn of an outsider to make irresponsible remarks. But this Ye Zhiqiu was too shy. In any case, he would have to take the imperial examination in the future and spread such a reputation.
After all, it will hinder your future career. Since ancient times, it has been said that literati look down upon each other, and this is absolutely true.
Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu was being squeezed out, he was a little at a loss. Gu Chengyu turned around and stopped looking. He was not the Holy Father. Besides, he didn't know the details inside. He couldn't take it for granted that Ye Zhiqiu was just because he saw one side of the matter.
The weaker side.
But compared to Gu Chengyu's calmness, Wang Qikai on the opposite side was obviously agitated. "They are going too far. Who does Ye Zhiqiu rely on for support? Does it have anything to do with them? Why don't we just squeeze Ye Zhiqiu out because of his talent? If you have the ability, go to Class A."