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Zheng Qingguo and the others had already taken their positions and waved their hands to let Yuan Xi pass.

Yuan Xi was sitting in the middle with a lunch box. Half of the people in his dormitory were eating steamed buns and drinking cold boiled water. The other three who paid money also ordered cheap vegetarian dishes, dipped in some oil, and ate them with steamed buns. It must be fragrant.

It must have been several years since he time traveled to the present. Yuan Xi thought about it carefully. From his past life to the present, it seemed that there was really no concept of hardship in his memory. What was that? Needless to say about the past life, in this life in the capital, Chen's father and mother are rare people who can be tolerant. They have never treated her harshly in terms of food. Except for the vague memory of the original owner who lived a hard life when he was a child, the conditions of the old Chen family are slightly older. It’s getting better and better.

Even if he went to the countryside, would he ever suffer hardship with Wu Ba around? No. No, if the days of farm work during the autumn harvest are counted, there must be some. The word "ba" highlights the uncertainty in Yuan Xi's heart. In fact, he knows that this does not count. It is because of May 8th that he has basically not suffered anything.

He knew that supplies were in short supply in this era, but that was all he knew, because he lacked nothing, and even going to the black market was just an interesting thing for him. In Daxing Village, he would not go to other people's homes to eat. Occasionally, he would go to the village chief's home for dinner once or twice, and it would be a table of good wine and good food. Therefore, he has not experienced it and has no concept. He does not know and cannot imagine how bad it is if he eats poorly.

It's like listening to old people talking about ancient times. The elderly people said that during the famine, they ate earth cakes made of Guanyin soil. They were hard to eat, indigestible, and they would bloat to death if they ate too much. People who listen to it will just think: Oh, Guanyin soil is terrible to eat, and you will die if you eat too much. How unpalatable is it? Who knows, it may be as unpalatable as the potatoes, taro, carrots... they hate.

Yuan Xi suddenly became restless and felt very uncomfortable. Sitting here, I feel out of place.

"Yuanxi, why don't you eat? The chef in the cafeteria is very good at cooking. I heard that he hired a chef from a state-owned hotel to cook for us. As expected of a master chef in a state-owned hotel, his skills are very good."

Zheng Qingguo took a bite of the steamed bun with the vegetables. When he saw Yuan Xi not moving his chopsticks, he urged him to eat quickly.

Yu Yang (the southern roommate who envied Yuan Xi's proximity to home) glanced at Yuan Xi and said with a hint of ridicule: "Zheng Qingguo, don't worry about me. Can't you see that the young master in the capital is not used to eating from a big pot? Mr. Chen Master, there is no need to make do with us, you can go to the second floor if you want, and we won’t stop you."

As soon as these words came out, the others paused for a moment, and then continued to eat the steamed buns in their hands, as if they had not heard anything, and did not look at Yuan Xi. The atmosphere was a little subtle for a while.

Zheng Qingguo had a big heart, but he clearly felt something was wrong at this time. He looked around at the people in the same dormitory and calmed the atmosphere, "We are all roommates. We have been together for four years. We met on the first day. There were frictions and misunderstandings." It’s also normal.”

His words had no effect. Instead, they aroused Yu Yang's ridicule, "Come on, Zheng Qingguo, if you want to be a bitch, go ahead and don't involve us."

"Yu Yang, what do you mean? If you can't speak, then speak less. The government has said that we must unite, but you are taking the lead in separatism." Zheng Qingguo became angry and put a big label on Yu Yang's head.

Yu Yang was about to get angry when he was stopped by Shen Xingxia.

"You guys should stop saying a few words. If you start a quarrel in the cafeteria, let others see the jokes in our dormitory. Don't forget what happened next door. Be careful of being punished."

After speaking, he looked at the source of the quarrel, Chen Yuanxi, who was sitting opposite him.

He could clearly see Yuan Xi's lunch box with two layers. One layer contained white rice, and the other layer contained two vegetables, braised pork and scrambled eggs. In fact, as long as you are not blind, everyone sitting at the table can see it. The aunt who prepares the meal can't wait to decorate it for Yuan Xi, and it is almost overflowing.

"Yuan Xi, why don't you eat? Look at how much food you have. I think the auntie who's cooking is eager to pour it all into your bowl."

Shen Xingxia's joke diverted the attention of several people.

When they saw it, it was not true. It was almost overflowing. Zheng Qingguo also took a step back, compared himself, and looked at Yuan Xi's again. He felt the differences in the world.

Why didn't he notice before that when he arrived at Yuan Xi's place, his aunt's hands stopped shaking? Zheng Qingguo was in a trance.

As expected of a big brother, one sentence eased the atmosphere and diverted the conflict. Zheng Qingguo no longer remembered the quarrel just now.

Yu Yang, who was also cooking, also looked puzzled and thought about his aunt's hand. In the end, he looked at Yuan Xi's face and had to admit that he was defeated.

Because of Shen Xingxia's words, Yuan Xi remembered the funny comments about the cafeteria aunt on the Internet in his previous life. He felt better instantly, walked away from the pretentiousness, and stopped thinking about life. The feeling of being out of place is gone now.

Seeing Yuan Xi regaining his energy, Shen Xingxia also smiled happily and was about to pick up the last wotou in the lunch box and finish it. He was stopped by Yuan Xi's extended chopsticks. He took away the last wotou in Shen Xingxia's lunch box, and then gave half of his meal to Shen Xingxia.

Yuan Xi moved quickly with determination that could not be refused, and Shen Xingxia looked at him without stopping.

"I want to taste the taste of multi-grain steamed buns, but I haven't eaten it yet?" His words were a bit Versailles, revealing a determination that was not humane to outsiders.

"You may not find it delicious." Shen Xingxia said.

"That's not for sure. How can white rice be as delicious as Wo Wotou?" Zheng Qingguo felt that Yuan Xi was a bit stupid. As the seventh person in the dormitory, he had to take care of the youngest brother.

Faced with Zheng Qingguo's stupid look, Yuan Xi's eyes twitched. Seeing Zheng Qingguo opening his mouth and wanting to say something, Yuan Xi felt that it must be something he didn't like to hear.

So he quickly picked up the steamed buns on the chopsticks, broke off a small piece and kept it, and stuffed the rest into Zheng Qingguo's mouth, blocking what Zheng Qingguo was about to blurt out.

Then Yuan Xi slowly ate the small piece of steamed buns. He was not stupid, he listened to the advice, okay? If you know it doesn't taste good, just try a small piece. If you really want to eat the whole thing, wouldn't you be making things difficult for yourself?

Zheng Qingguo choked, drank two mouthfuls of water, and took a firm bite of the wowotou with a small piece missing to vent his anger. Seeing that Yuan Xi's face was not very good, he asked rudely: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"It tastes bad."

Yuan Xi did not hide it and told the truth.

Shen Xingxia glanced at him, ate his white rice, and said slowly: "The school's rice is considered delicious. At least the chef's craftsmanship is real. It tastes better than what he made himself. It's also mixed with flour. It's not pure. Grain."