I'm not your type

After the basketball team practiced, Song Chaowen, Lu Yongli, Zhou Yi, Xu Ming, and Qian Feng, who came back from the school team to visit relatives, went to the cafeteria for dinner.

Song Chaowen was clever, and ran to take a seat with a book.This is the case in Chinese universities. Only during exam weeks and meals, students need to run to fight for the right to sit for review and eat.

[Knowledge is iron, knowledge is strength, if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. 】Xu Ming hummed a messy song, and queued up for three or two meals, one chicken leg, one spicy tofu, and one fried pork with peppers without meat.

On Monday, I had two or three meals, one chicken leg, one fried pork with peppers without meat, and one spicy chicken without chicken.

Song Chaowen ordered a serving of cold noodles, and another serving of cold cucumber and sugar tomato.

Lu Yongli ordered two meals, one egg drop soup, one bitter gourd fried meat without meat, and one zucchini.

Qian Feng ordered a serving of ramen, two steamed buns, one chicken leg, and one tenderloin.

Except for Lu Yongli, the remaining four were all complaining about how uncoordinated each other's food was.

Zhou Yi and Xu Ming are childhood sweethearts who grew up together. They are two hard-bodied men raised in the same area, so they have similar tastes, and they both like salty and spicy.

Song Chaowen is restless and has a sweet taste, like a little girl who hasn't grown up.

Lu Yongli is a southerner with a relatively light taste, and he is a bit particular about drinking soup before eating.

Qian Feng is a complete northerner. If he doesn't eat noodles, he feels the same as if he didn't eat.

Chinese food culture is extensive and profound, and a person's eating habits can often best reveal the region where he was born and raised, as well as the general character traits of this region.

For example, when meeting a deadly enemy.

Han Qin walked past Zhou Yi while holding the meal and snorting coldly. Qian Feng saw it and slapped the table [Who the fuck are you humming?Who can show the strange yin and yang? 】

As an artist, Han Qin is good at literary fighting, but not good at martial arts, and she is a bit timid [who knows who. 】

Xu Ming kept chopsticks [Qian Feng, sit down, sit down, are you as knowledgeable as him?Don't you understand how ugly people do mischief? 】

Song Chaowen looked at Qian Feng, then at Xu Ming, wondering if he should stand up with Qian Feng and roll up his sleeves?Or should I just sit there with Xu Ming and continue to sneer?

Zhou Yi said [Han Qin, there is no end, right?Can people have a clean meal? 】

Han Qin snorted again, and walked away proudly.

Qian Feng sat down and scolded [Crazy! 】

Xu Ming waved his hand [eat, eat. 】

A small disturbance just passed. From the beginning to the end, Lu Yongli watched the subtle expression interaction between Zhou Yi and Han Qin silently.

Maybe, these two people don't really hate each other.

Finally, Lu Yongli came to such a conclusion.