Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 315 You Let Me Eat Your Leftovers Again?
As soon as she opened the lunch box, Yao Linglan froze for a moment.

Stir-fried pork slices with chili and dried beans, braised duck with dried bamboo shoots, scrambled eggs with bitter gourd.

The standard Jia dish is different from other people's standards.

"Did you buy a vegetable for me?" She poked the vegetable with a small spoon, smiling, "The advantage of a good-looking man is so obvious~ Dacai's hands don't even shake."

I work in the same group, and it's almost the same time for lunch after get off work.

It's just that he always goes to the Cicai window.

Unexpectedly, when Aunt Jiacai was so generous?

There are four or five pieces of large meat slices, four or five pieces of duck meat, and more eggs than bitter melon.

She met the leader of the first workshop to make a meal.

Lying on the window of the first dish, I looked at the slices of meat shaking from the big spoon with distress, and asked me to beat a few more slices of meat with a smile on my face.

The aunt who beat vegetables pulled her face, and opened her mouth to retort: ​​"Who doesn't know that meat is delicious? You say you want to beat as much as you want? Then what do I do with my job? Why don't you just ask me to cut half a pig and put it in your lunch box?" !"

Being bullied so much that he didn't give him any face, the team leader didn't dare to reply, and he coaxed him with a smile all over his face.

Jiang Yunting's movement of turning the pages of the book froze for a moment, and he bent his knuckles and tapped the table twice.

"Can't keep your mouth shut after eating?"

When he got angry, Yao Linglan immediately confessed, bowed her head and ate obediently.

The office is quiet, save for the occasional page-turning and soft chewing.

From the moment she walked in, the book in his hand didn't read much.

There is only one table between them, and whether she speaks or not, she has a strong sense of presence.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes drifted over.

Once, she had long hair reaching to her waist, and two beautiful black braids hung docilely on her chest.

Without braiding, when the wind blows, the hair will spread out slowly, and the ends of the hair will fly.

Now he has short hair, a fluffy and full hairstyle, and the curved tail of the hair buckles the jaw line.

Qiao Qingyu, who joined the logistics team on the same day as her, is an alumnus and classmate of the county high school.

Qiao Qingyu asked her why she didn't have long hair anymore, and she brushed her hair with a smile.

"There is a lack of water in the northwest, long hair is hard to take care of, short hair saves water and is easy to take care of."

When she spoke, her voice was soft and bright, with a faint smile on her lips, and two pear dimples bloomed accordingly.

Her eyes are big, black pupils occupy two-thirds, and the midsummer sunshine is hidden in her pure eyes like a deer.

The thick black long eyelashes blinked lightly, looking bright.

Jiang Yunting withdrew his eyes, turned his eyes back to the text and diagrams in the book, and frowned.

When I read this book before, I felt like a dry sponge meeting clear water, eager to absorb new knowledge.

Now, it just feels dull and boring, not vivid at all.

A row of maple trees was planted outside the office, the sun was hanging, the treetops exuded a gentle glow, and a gust of wind blew past, blowing away the mottled places.

He was sitting by the window against the wall, and the creepers on the wall outside the window were thriving.

Layer upon layer, but not crowded, tightly climbing the old wall.

A few green branches and leaves sneaked out to the window, and the strong wind blew by, rustling.

The green danced like a wave, undulating in a beautiful arc.

The fingers clasped on the orange book cover are thin and slender, with well-proportioned joints, and a white gauze is wrapped around the back of the hand.

Yao Linglan didn't concentrate on eating at all, the feeling of being watched briefly made her heart beat like a deer.

Chewing the food unconsciously, Qing Lingling's big eyes flickered a few times, and she secretly raised her eyes to look diagonally across.

Unlike the short hair of most of his peers, like most cadres, the parted hair is combed into a fluffy arch.

But the hair on his sideburns was trimmed very short, and the sideburns were clean and clean.

She lowered her head slightly, and a few mischievous strands of hair hung down on her smooth and fair forehead.

Heroic sword eyebrows, eyes like bright stars.

She has a tall and slender body, even wearing the same gray-blue factory uniform as her, sitting there reading a book with downcast eyes, she still has a kind of calm refusal to be thousands of miles away.

She saw this face from elementary school to high school.

Not seeing each other for three years, he has changed a bit.

The youthful atmosphere of his school days has faded away, and now he is mature, steady, imposing, elegant and restrained.

The way she looked at him was that of a woman admiring a man, with a bold blush and heartbeat in the subtlety.

"Are you counting the grains one by one?"

The cool tone pulled her mind from the ambiguous scene back to the office.

She swallowed, lowered her head and coughed softly, "I can't eat anymore."

A big box full of meals, the portion is too honest
The comrades in the logistics team take good care of her, and basically don't let her do dirty work.

With less physical exertion, the appetite is naturally not too large.

He turned a page and said indifferently, "Wasting food is shameful."

Yao Linglan rubbed her stomach with a bitter face, "I'm really full, Jiang Yunting, can you help me?"

He put down the book, turned his head, his deep and dark eyebrows raised slightly, "You let me eat your leftovers again?"

"Then what should I do?" She bit her lip and puffed her face, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she muttered softly, "Do you want to feed me so much?"

He let out a breath of frustration, put the book upside down on the table, straightened the chair, and stared at her coldly.

"When will the old problems be corrected?"

"I've changed it, I just have leftovers today."

She retorted in a low voice unconvinced, and pushed the lunch box across the table.

"You mean to blame me?"

Jiang Yunting glared at her angrily, opened the drawer, took out the chopsticks from the lunch box, and glanced at the lunch box in front of him.

Her habit of leftovers has been consistent for ten years.

Push the vegetables to the right of the lunch box and eat from left to right.

The rest of the meals are stacked like cubes, and the place where they are finished is completely empty.

Yao Linglan wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, lying on the table with crooked eyebrows, full of flattery.

"No~ If it wasn't for you, I would definitely have to eat boiled rice today!"

"Call me, right?"

"Uh, no, no. Oh, don't stare at me, I'm wrong, can't you eat quickly?"

Yao Linglan stuck out her tongue, got up and picked up the hot water bottle and poured water into his cup graciously.

As for eating leftovers, no matter how many years have passed, she thinks it is normal.

Father and mother are very busy at work, except for breakfast, and the rest of the two meals, the house doesn't fire much.

When I was in school, I basically didn’t go home at noon. I went to the cafeteria to get food and went back to the classroom to eat.

Jiang Yunting's parents, one works in a towel factory, the other teaches in a middle school, and they don't cook at home at noon.

She has been in the same class with him since elementary school.

On the first day of school, she had leftovers.

He wanted to throw it away secretly, but he was stopped at the door of the classroom by bringing food to his sister, so that he could have a good training.

Finally, the leftovers went into his stomach.

She doesn't have leftovers every day, but every time she wants to throw away the leftovers, she will be caught by him miraculously.

Usually, he cherishes words like gold to her, and when training her, he talks at length.

In high school, she had already learned to send leftovers to his desk.

Before he speaks, deeply reflect on his mistakes.

Times have changed, she has had enough hardships in the Northwest, and she has long since given up her bad habits.

Seeing his gentle appearance eating her leftovers again, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

"Jiang Yunting, will you miss me these three years?"

"will not."

"Then the pot of lily-of-the-valley on the windowsill of your room bloomed?"

"Cough! Cough cough cough"

Jiang Yunting was so choked that he turned his back and coughed fiercely, staring angrily at the floor.

Jiang!cloud!warm!
What did the traitor tell her?
(End of this chapter)