At seven o'clock in the morning, Aunt Zhang steamed the dumplings with various fillings and packed them in a square crisper the size of a palm.
Freshly baked dumplings, with thin skin and lots of fillings, are fragrant.
There are six in a box, which are lean meat cabbage stuffing, lotus root minced meat stuffing, corn carrot stuffing, two of each kind are about the size of half the fist of an adult male.
An Wuyang got up early in the morning to help with the packing.
A total of thirty boxes were prepared, which was several boxes more than the number of people in their class.
Packed in an incubator, two whole boxes were packed.
It was impossible for An Wuyang to be transported to the school by himself. He rolled his eyes and ran to the door of the gym: "Dun Dun his dad?"
It was the first time that Huo Dashao, who heard this earthy name, almost threw the dumbbells to the floor.
"What's up?"
"The dumplings are ready." An Wuyang said while clinging to the door frame.
"Well, wait for me." Of course Huo Yunchuan remembered what he promised yesterday, so he put down the dumbbells and walked out without dawdling.
"You're in such a good shape..." An Wuyang stretched out his hand and touched his abdominal muscles while the other party was walking by, without envy in his tone.
Huo Yunchuan seems to have become accustomed to all kinds of rhetoric about the little angel always complimenting him on his handsome appearance and good figure...
Usually, he likes to wear formal clothes when he goes out, but this time, he just went to work as a porter for his daughter-in-law instead of talking about business.
A man who is a little stressed, chooses a casual outfit in his wardrobe that he doesn't wear often.
Very low key.
Huo Yunchuan easily carried the two large boxes of dumplings downstairs and put them in the trunk of the car.
When he arrived at the school, he carried a box in his left hand and a box in his right hand, just like this, An Wuyang had to trot to keep up with him.
The boy with thin arms and thin legs asked dumbfounded, "Is it not heavy?"
The fast-paced man glanced at him: "Heavy? Just thirty boxes of dumplings..." There are only six dumplings in each box, and each box is less than the size of a palm.
In this way, in the mutual incomprehension, to the classroom.
There is still a period of time before class, but because it is a freshman, and still retains the diligence of high school, everyone arrives very early.
When the students saw the incubator, their first reaction was: Hey! Takeaway boy!
Then when they see the person carrying the box, they don't think so.
"Damn, so handsome!" Someone below exclaimed.
An Wuyou heard someone praise her husband for being handsome, with a proud smile on his face, and he was delighted.
"Where?" Huo Yunchuan asked the little angel calmly without looking at anyone.
"Put... the first table in the third row, and then you can go back." An Wuyang said, patting her husband's sturdy arm, feeling sturdy.
"Throw it away when you're done?" Huo Yunchuan made a rare joke.
"No." An Wuyang explained in a panic, "Everyone is looking at you and will cause you trouble."
Huo Yunchuan pressed the brim of his hat, patted An Wuyang's shoulder twice with his other hand, and then turned and walked away gracefully.
The quiet crowd in the class yelled at his back: "Handsome guy, don't go!"
No phone left yet!
The female classmate sitting in the front row immediately rushed over and asked, "Who was that just now? Is the delivery guy so handsome?"
An Wuyang: "??" How does his husband look like a delivery boy
Luckily, another classmate said, "What are you talking about? Which takeaway can afford Burberry?"
"Ah, that..." The students looked at the incubator on the table.
An Wuyi hurriedly smiled and said, "It's the dumplings made by my family, open them and share them with everyone."
He quickly opened the incubator and asked the female classmates in front to help distribute it to everyone.
"Dumplings? Wow..." It can be said that these students who have come to school from afar are very pleasantly surprised!
"God, a local classmate turned out to be so happy!"
The first student to be assigned opened the box and saw six big dumplings, and fainted with happiness.
The first classmate to eat: "Three kinds of fillings, oh buy a cake, I fainted with happiness..." It was so delicious, the ingredients were fresh and salty, and the sauce was special!
"Thank you for this classmate, what's your name?" When everyone was eating in full swing, they didn't forget to ask the classmates who were still busy.
"My name is An Wuyang, and I'm very happy to invite everyone to eat dumplings today." The boy said, with a very healing smile.
Wen Ling walked into the door of his class and wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.
Taking a closer look, the person surrounded is a familiar face, so there is nothing wrong: "Everyone, are you so happy?"
He stepped in and smelled the food in the air.
"Wen Ling, are you here?" An Wuyang saw him and the classmate who was wearing glasses: "Brother Yuanhang, here!"
Two hot dumplings were immediately delivered to the two classmates.
"Well, let's try the dumplings we said yesterday." An Wuyang said with a smile.
Classmate Xu Yuanhang, a man with glasses, looked around for a week while holding the dumplings: "One share... You, your family really has mines..."
Mom didn't lie to him, the people of the capital are really rich!
An Wuyang, his friend, Xu Yuanhang made a deal...
"..." Wen Ling held the dumplings that everyone had, and smiled lazily: "Thanks." Then he returned to his seat, not in a hurry to eat.
Xu Yuanhang gave An Wuyang a thumbs up: "You have done a good job as the host, and the whole class remembers you." Then he said, "Thank you, I just didn't have breakfast."
"You're welcome." An Wuyang said.
Leave the packing box by yourself, put it in the classroom first, and bring it back when you go back in the evening.
The teacher walked into the class and was immediately stuffed with a box of dumplings: "Tsk tsk, classmate An, bribing the teacher with a big fanfare is not acceptable."
The classmate who was full next to him said, "Teacher, hiccup, this is what we leftover."
"Go!" The teacher tapped the guy on the head and said to the classmates while eating dumplings in the class, "Our school's military training over the years has been conducted in our school, so you can rest assured that it is not hard at all."
The students asked, "Teacher, how many days of military training?"
Teacher: "Ten days and a half months, depending on your instructor's mood."
After eating, he wiped his mouth, glanced at the incubator, and hooked his fingers to let An Wuyang come over: "Anything else? Many teachers in the office didn't eat breakfast."
An Wuyi was stunned for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes." He squatted down to open the box, and gave the rest to the teacher.
"Classmate, you have a promising future, and you are a class leader." The teacher hugged the dumplings in his arms and patted An Wuyang on the shoulder before leaving.
An Wuyi scratched his head and thought to himself: What, doesn't the teacher really think that he is studying interpersonal relationships
That was really unfair, he didn't want to be the monitor.
After the instructor was in place, the full-fledged lesson officially began.
Looking at the scorching sun outside, not only the girls are unlovable and wailing, but also the boys can't stand it, it's too fucking hot.
An Wuyang brought several bottles of water to deal with the military training.
But I still couldn't help drooling, the ice-filled carbonated drink from Brother Yuanhang next door.
"Junk food, can't eat can't eat..." He hypnotized himself over and over again, raised his head and took another sip of lemon-flavored cool white water.
"Can you stand it?" Wen Ling walked over and sat down beside him.
"It's very uncomfortable, how about you?" An Wuyang turned his head and gasped.
"For a while... You pretend to be dizzy, and I'll carry you to the infirmary," Wen Ling said, holding the dog's tail grass in his mouth, "you can rest for half an hour if you come and go."
"Ah?" An Wuyang made a monophonic sound, and he knew that this classmate had a lot of ideas, but he didn't expect it: "Is this okay?"
Wen Ling nodded.
"Forget it." An Wuyang was used to being a good boy, and said honestly: "If I lie, I will reveal the truth. You can find someone else to cooperate with you." He pointed to Xu Yuanhang: "For example, brother Yuanhang."
"Return to the team!" The instructor whistled and shouted.
Everyone walked out of the shade of the tree lifelessly, and continued to stand under the scorching sun, basking in the sun.
After the round of training just now, An Wuyang was sweating profusely, his skin was flushed, and his delicate and handsome face was uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a girl in the team fell down.
The instructor arranged for the staff to send the poor female student to the infirmary.
An Wuyang glanced at Wenling in the back left corner of his own, the guy was standing as if nothing was happening.
As if he found someone peeping at him, the tall boy in camouflage smiled at the front left: "Little sheep..." He said with his mouth.
"???"
Don't know what he's talking about.
An Wuyang turned around and looked at the instructor vigilantly, afraid of being caught deserting.
"Let me straighten your spines! What does it look like with your chest down and your head down!"
When the instructor walked past him, An Wuyang didn't dare to breathe.
Due to the high level of mental stress and more than a year of pampering, he staggered and fainted under the scorching sun.
"Report to the instructor! I'll send him to the infirmary!" Wen Ling actively volunteered.
The instructor liked this boy with a good military posture: "Go, a bunch of weak chickens."
Wen Ling blinked, walked over, picked up the fallen classmate, and walked to the infirmary.
"Hey, wake up." After getting away from the instructor's sight, he patted An Wujie's cheek: "Look, isn't this pretending to be quite similar, and he said he wouldn't."
The boy who really fainted, his eyes closed tightly, and there was no response.
"Hello?" Wen Ling shook him vigorously: "Are you safe? Wake up..."
After two minutes, he finally accepted the reality: this is really fainting!
"Damn..." Wen Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurried to the infirmary with a runner in his arms: "You better remember to thank me when you wake up."
He Wen Ling had never done the stupid thing of holding someone on the road on such a hot day.
Arriving at the infirmary, the school doctor muttered, "Another one?" After starting the examination, he said, "This student has suffered from heat stroke. This physique is not suitable for military training."
Wen Ling: "Can you let him go back to rest?"
The school doctor: "Okay, I'll give him a certificate, you can give it to the instructor, and when he wakes up, let him go back by himself." Then he looked at Wen Ling and pushed his glasses: "As for you, go back quickly. Military training, don't be lazy."
This kind-hearted male classmate is tall and handsome, and at first glance, he is a good seedling to be a soldier. What is the mere freshman military training
Wen Ling pouted and said with a smile, "Thank you doctor."
After a while, the school doctor issued a certificate of safety and gave it to him to take it back.
"Tsk, I'm leaving, lie down by yourself." Wen Ling looked at the sick number on the cot and went back to military training.
He walked on the front foot, and woke up on the back foot, feeling uncomfortable.
"Awake?" The school doctor came over with a smile, holding a glass of water in his hand: "I have already called your family, and he will come to pick you up immediately."
An Wuyang took the water blankly: "Thank you, did I faint?" He had no memory of what happened after that, and the school doctor said...
"Yes, a classmate brought you here." The school doctor coughed twice: "I am Jiang Shaofei's senior brother, and he asked me to take care of you."
An Wuyang was surprised: "Ah, so you are Brother Shaofei's senior brother, thank you so much."
"You're welcome." Now that he was entrusted, the school doctor naturally knew the identity of this classmate.
However, he is not the kind of person who tends to follow the trend, otherwise he would not have graduated for many years, and he is still a small school doctor.
A tall figure appeared at the door of the infirmary.
The two turned their heads to look over, one with admiration and awe, the other with happiness written on their faces: "Yunchuan..." The young man lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"Let me leave you alone, eh?" Huo Yunchuan walked over a few steps and took the barefooted little angel into his arms: "Do you still want to go back to military training now?"
Hearing that he fainted, he put his hand on the other's forehead and felt relieved that the temperature was normal.
An Wuyang: "No no no, I'm not going." He remembered the instructor's power, and immediately clinged to his man with lingering fears.
"Thank you doctor." Huo Yunchuan said to the school doctor.
"You're welcome." The school doctor said, "You can go back now." I heard that this man lives very close to the school for the convenience of his partner, so it's no wonder that he came over so quickly just now.
Huo Yunchuan nodded, then bent down to pick up the little angel's shoes, and carried him out of the infirmary.
"Did you ask Brother Shaofei to find a relationship for me?" the little angel asked.
"What do you think?" Huo's father hugged him and went home happily.
"There are a lot of classmates here, and I'm wearing a camouflage uniform again. Everyone knows that I'm a freshman at first glance."
"...Okay...you want to save face." Huo Yunchuan had to put down his shoes and let him put them on and go by himself.