Chapter 8: People are iron, rice is steel, and they are hungry if they don’t eat for a meal ()

"Teacher Yi, look, the uncle who drove us to the health center!" Erhu, who was sitting next to Yi Feng, shouted at Yi Feng with a look of surprise.

Wang Zijun originally wanted to take the initiative to say hello to the teachers and students. The short look at each other just now made Yi Feng look embarrassed. Wang Zijun was also burned by the charm in his eyes so that his palms were sweating, and he was a little out of control like a tide in the river. Fortunately, the words of Erhu, the child, beat him up to the point of retardation, secretly calmed down, and nodded to Yi Feng openly and said, "Hello!"

"Hello...Hello, Wang...Brother, thank you so much today!" Yi Feng, who showed a look of shame on his face, was a little incoherent when he was talking to Wang Zijun.

The lights at the food stall were a little dim, but through the light, Wang Zijun could clearly see that Yi Feng was already red to the shyness of his neck.

At this time, Yi Feng's heart was beating like a little rabbit. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the faint smile on the corner of Wang Zijun's mouth, and his expression was even more embarrassing. Thinking about his disobedience just now, Yi Feng felt a little secretly hated him. In the past, even when he saw the Education Director, he was calm and generous. Why did he get ugly twice when he met this man who had only one-sided friendship?

The Erhu didn't notice the teacher's embarrassment at all. He saw that Wang Zijun had eaten most of the noodles, swallowed and said, "Uncle, why are you... here to eat?"

"Ha, are you called Erhu? People are iron and rice are steel. You are hungry if you don't eat for a meal. Uncle is not a grinding plate, so you won't be hungry if you lie down. How can you not eat?" Wang Zijun joked with Erhu with a smile.

After hearing Wang Zijun's explanation, the child found it very fun and scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Wang Zijun looked at the innocent child and asked with concern: "How is that Xiaoling, your classmate? Is it better?"

Speaking of Xiaoling, Erhu nodded hurriedly and said, "It's much better after the operation. I heard from the doctor that it was fortunately it came in time, otherwise it would be troublesome!"

I don’t know if it was because of self-regulation, the blush on Yi Feng’s face slowly faded. Looking at Wang Zijun, who was having a good conversation with Erhu, he quietly touched the child and whispered: “Erhu, don’t delay uncle’s meal.”

"It's okay, it's okay. Someone's words during meals help digestion. Erhu is not delaying me, but helping me eat more." Wang Zijun waved his hand disapprovingly and said humorously.

"Is this true, uncle? Then you can talk to me, Teacher Yi, I, Teacher Yi, is not as good as me." Unexpectedly, the Erhu actually took Wang Zijun's casual speech and said to Wang Zijun seriously.

Yi Feng's face looked like a five-star red flag, with a red face but a silent smile. Although he had a certain degree of immunity to Yi Feng, Wang Zijun was still a little lost.

"Erhu, don't talk nonsense!" Yi Feng's little face was a little annoyed, and he stopped Erhu in a low voice.

Yi Feng's pretending to be serious may have some fear in Erhu's eyes, but it fell into Wang Zijun's eyes, but it made him feel urge to pinch his little face. Oh, is it because he can't be able to be in a big way in the city and no longer have such deep concentration?

In his previous life, after leaving Xihezi Township, Wang Zijun lived a simple life. There was nothing else worth boasting about, but he was proud of his own concentration. Wang Zijun did not believe in love at first sight. He felt that the romantic legendary love belonged to girls who love to fantasy. However, after meeting this female teacher named Yi Feng, an impulse always surged in his heart.

Just as Wang Zijun was thinking about it, the gray-haired boss had already brought up two large plates of big round dumplings. The child named Erhu was probably hungry and ate one mouthful and ate it voraciously.

Compared with Erhu, Yi Feng's way of eating is really like a licking kitten, which is so delicate. His slender fingers are smooth and soft. His small and delicate palms hold two chopsticks, chew them slowly in small mouthfuls.

Seeing that most of the dumplings in Erhu's bowl had been stripped away, Yi Feng quickly gave him most of the dumplings in his bowl. He looked at Erhu's greedy appearance lovingly and whispered: "Eat slowly, don't choke. Tomorrow morning, Teacher Yi will make you sugar-hearted eggs and shredded pork noodles."

Seeing that the teacher and student started eating, Wang Zijun felt much more comfortable after a few mouthfuls of stewed noodles.

Not bad, really good! This braised noodles are original, they are comfortable to eat, and the time is almost done. Go back and have a good sleep. Tomorrow, there is still a planned battle to fight.

When he touched his pocket, Wang Zijun was stunned: There was no money in his pocket! In that moment, Wang Zijun seemed to think of something. As a man, a young man, Wang Zijun wanted very much face, but now, a penny stumped the hero!

After giving all the money to Yi Feng, Wang Zijun forgot about this matter after returning to the hometown government and did not replenish it in his pocket. It is strange to have money now.

Could it be that the first meal he had to eat a king's meal when he lived to this world again? Wang Zijun, whose thoughts flashed, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

While eating slowly, Yi Feng thought in his heart about the person who made him feel infinitely good-favored: he helped him send Xiaoling to the health center, and generously helped her to raise enough money for Xiaoling's surgery...

The fat dean called him Secretary Wang. Thinking of this, Yi Feng smiled a little. Seeing this man looked handsome and majestic, why did he name him so vulgar? I guess his family wanted his child to become an official position when he grew up, so he just called him the name as secretary. It was so funny!

No wonder, society is like this. How can those parents get rid of secular prejudice? Yi Feng's thinking unconsciously returned to the students in his class.

Among the more than 40 children, three were called county magistrates, and two were called county magistrates. If they were combined, they could hold a standing committee meeting once. Take Erhu next to him for example. The child’s name is County Mayor Sun. I heard that it was his father who had been holding it in for seven days before he gave the child such a nice and easy-to-remember name.

Thinking of the fact that he arranged homework for the county magistrate from time to time and asked the county party committee to wipe the table and sweep the floor. Once the student was naughty and asked him to pull the three county magistrates together to be scolded, Yi Feng's smile became a little more.

Secretary Wang, this name probably has a deep meaning. After all, the party is leading everything. Thinking of this, Yi Feng smiled quietly. Yi Feng, who felt a little emotional, subconsciously looked at the opposite side, but saw Secretary Wang staring at his bowl straightly.
Chapter completed!