12:37 PM. Zhao Cheng'an, who had made snacks to the point of feeling like a walking zombie, sat by the window on the second floor with a drained expression, listlessly shoveling rice into his mouth with painfully slow chewing motions.
In stark contrast to him was Ouyang, sitting across from him, shoveling food into his mouth with such gusto it seemed like he wanted to bury his head in the plate.
"Qin Huai, why is the preserved pork in your cafeteria so salty?" Zhao Cheng'an complained with a mournful face. After a hard morning, this lunch felt like the sky was falling for Zhao Cheng'an.
"I told you the preserved pork was salty, but you didn't believe me." Qin Huai ate calmly, "Our cafeteria's lunch and dinner are just like a typical community cafeteria, plain home-cooked meals; otherwise, why do you think Luo Jun, Sister Hong, and the others never eat main courses at the cafeteria and only have snacks?"
