The food in the cafeteria is certainly not attractive, but Lin Jing is really hungry and still wants to eat, so he tried to send Li Moyuan a WeChat message.
As for why Mr. Li was chosen, because he seems to be the first one to go back to the classroom every time.
Koda: Have you finished your meal
Mr. Li: I had lunch with Mr. Li. I just came out of his office. What's the matter
Da Da: I will pass by Taoli Road. By the way, bring me a bottle of eight-treasure porridge. The money will be transferred to you first.
He didn't want to trouble others to go to the cafeteria to get tableware for him. There happened to be a vending machine on Taoli Road, which sold snacks such as bread and canned porridge. Li Moyuan replied with an OK expression, greeted his companions, and then crossed the path to help with shopping.
Ge Hao was also there, and he took out a pack of cakes from the outlet: "Hey, Mr. Li, don't you have lunch?"
"No, Lin Jing wants to eat eight-treasure porridge." Li Moyuan selected the products on the screen, and touched his trouser pocket only to realize that he didn't bring any money—few people would carry a wallet with them these days. So he cautiously looked around, and told Yu Yizhou next to him: "Help, keep an eye on the teacher, and I'll quickly scan the QR code to pay." After all, it was the first day Shanhai banned students from bringing mobile phones, even the first graders. Too arrogant.
But the bottom one in the grade can still be arrogant.
Li Moyuan was still talking, but the vending machine made a beep, and a bottle of lotus seed eight-treasure porridge rolled down.
"Let's go." Ji Xingling casually put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and walked in the direction of Furong Garden, "Go to the cafeteria."
He was tall and long-legged, so Ge Hao trotted to keep up, still holding the bag of cakes in his hand: "Brother Xing, isn't Mr. Li going back to the classroom, why don't you let him bring the cake to Brother Lin?"
"Forget it, eat it yourself."
"ah?"
Ji Xingling kicked away a stone under his feet, feeling a little depressed for no reason.
Or for some reason.
Ge Hao looked at Yu Yizhou in bewilderment, what happened to Brother Xing
The other party made a gesture to seal his mouth with a zipper, and after a few steps, he caught up with Ji Xingling and grabbed Ji Xingling's shoulders, shaking heartlessly: "Let's go, eat."
The cold current in Siberia is relatively fierce, and the wind passes through the tree-lined road, blowing down the golden leaves all over the place.
Lin Jing was still the only one in the classroom.
Li Moyuan put things on his table: "Hey, you have something to eat, why do you want porridge?"
"I just want a tableware." Lin Jing pulled out the spoon from the plastic cover, "Aren't you far away from the cafeteria, it's troublesome to go back, and this can make up for it."
Li Moyuan found out half a stick of orange candy and handed it to the poor cold patient, saying that he could add a little vitamin C, and then casually forwarded Lin Jing's six-dollar WeChat account to Ji Xingling, noting the eight-treasure porridge.
No one has been accepting the other side, but Mr. Li took care of everything every day, and turned off the phone to read after transferring the money, but he didn't find it.
The eight-treasure porridge comes with a small spoon, although it is soft and sloppy, but it is still no problem to eat a meal. Lin Jing peeled off the last bit of fish and ate it, and then went out to throw out the trash with the empty lunch box. The wind in the corridor was very cold, and when it blew in front of him, he sneezed three or four times in a row.
Teacher Xiao Lin stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a red nose and used up two packs of tissues, and finally decided, otherwise, he would ask for leave and go home.
A good student also has the right to be lazy, and he is really dizzy now, and he will be even more dizzy when he thinks about the politics in the afternoon.
Wang Hongyu was taken aback by his pale face: "Are you all right?"
"It's okay, Mr. Wang, I just have a cold." Lin Jing carried a schoolbag and wore a big mask to avoid being suspected of sneezing, "I'll be fine after a day's sleep."
Wang Hongyu sent him to the infirmary, then called Jiang Fenfang and told his parents to come pick him up.
Five minutes later, there was a "crash" in the secluded bushes near the mountains and seas, and Aunt Sasa turned into a neat nanny, picked up the shopping bags from the supermarket, and went straight to the school gate vigorously.
In the school doctor's office, Lin Jing said in surprise, "Why so fast?"
"It just happened to be in a nearby supermarket." Jiang Fenfang helped pick up her schoolbag, and watched him put on his coat and drink his cold medicine—if it wasn't for worrying about scaring his employer, she even wanted to fly home with the child on the spot, and then comfort him. Comfortably tucked back into the soft blanket.
Human transportation is really slow.
Still very congested.
Lin Jing sat in the back of the taxi, buried his head on Aunt Jiang's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.
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