After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 134

Although the No. [-] Middle School does not have a supper business, it does provide steamed rice service.

Every day at 02:30 in the morning and before [-]:[-] at noon, there is an iron shelf on the side of the entrance of the dining hall. As long as the students put the metal lunch box with rice and water on it, the staff in the canteen will push it into the steamer and wait for the time when school is over. After a while, you can eat delicious rice.

Well... free, self-service.

recent.

Due to the sudden drop in temperature, steamed rice service is very popular.

When I go to school, I can always see lunch boxes on the iron shelf, most of them are girls, and only a small part of boys.

Song porcelain is one of them.

The reason is very simple. She is a member of the radio station. Every day after school at five o'clock in the afternoon, she always goes to the radio station to read manuscripts and play songs. She is on duty until 5.45. I can still bear it, the autumn and winter seasons are really uncomfortable.

When the autumn wind blows, eat cured meat.

Every time Song Ci steamed rice, he put a piece of sausage or bacon in it.

In order to share the sausages and the rice at home, An Ting volunteered. Every afternoon after school, he went to the cafeteria to pick up vegetables and pick them up, and then sent them to the radio station for dinner together.

Song Ci had no objection, the cured meat was not bought from outside, it was all made by Uncle An, she couldn't refuse An Ting, and simply steamed some more rice to make up enough for the two of them.

As for Bao Weiwei and Gao Fei.

Then there is no way, if you want to eat delicious rice and cured meat, you can only steam it yourself.

A lunch box can't fit five people.

This afternoon.

As soon as school was over, An Ting trotted to the dining hall, got a metal lunch box with pink stickers on it, ordered a few more dishes, and came to the school radio station.

Many people write their names on the lunch boxes to prevent mistakes.

Song Ci didn't dare to write her name. She was too famous in school, and she was afraid that some wretched men would do weird things to her lunch box, so she just put a pink sticker on it.

The door was not closed, and the afterglow of the setting sun entered through the door, making the room bright and fine dust nowhere to hide.

As soon as An Ting walked in, he saw Song Ci who was reading a manuscript, sitting upright, with a meticulous expression, plump and moist pink lips opening and closing, which was particularly beautiful.

Seeing the boy's arrival, Song Ci paused for a few seconds, put one of his fingers in front of his lips, and made a silencing gesture, signaling silence.

An Ting understood in seconds, quietly leaning against the door, watching her.

Song Ci's voice is very pleasant, with a very good balance between rigidity and softness. It may be that he has participated in recitation competitions before and has a bit of radio accent.

Only need to read 2~5 submissions every afternoon.

They are all very beautiful submissions, some are encouraging students who failed the mid-term exam; some are writing short stories; some are writing poetry...

Confession letters... There are, but they are generally screened and cannot be read out.

After about 3 minutes, Song Ci finished reading the manuscript, turned off the microphone, and spread the newspaper on the table.

An Ting came up with two bags of dishes and a lunch box, and sat on another chair.

Song Ci immediately checked what dishes the young man ordered, braised chicken with potatoes, Hakka stuffed tofu, and fried pork with green peppers, showing a satisfied expression.

"Don't worry, after living together for so long, can I still not know your taste?"

"Humph~"

Except for internal organs and fat meat, Song Ci is basically not picky about food.

Song Ci steamed a full box of rice, but because the boy didn't prepare a lunch box, he just poured part of the rice on the lid of the lunch box.

"Lazy, don't bring a lunch box, and don't wash the rice."

An Ting didn't want to spend time doing this, and let out a sly laugh: "Anyway, your box lunch can be steamed for two people."

"Go!"

"it is good!"

Just as the two were about to have dinner, a restless wild cat suddenly appeared on the window sill of the broadcasting station. Through the window, its dull fur was swaying in the autumn wind, watching the two of them eagerly, still swallowing.

Qiao Liang...

Anting: "Xiaowai, why did you appear here?"

Song Ci was a little surprised: "Qiao Liang..."

"Hehehe, I was resting in the school doctor's room next door, and I just smelled the fragrance..."

Qiao Liang was wearing a T-shirt + school uniform jacket with the zipper open. She looked like she had just woken up. She was wearing socks, but she was wearing a pair of white slippers from the school infirmary. Her hair was messy.

Messy and hazy.

The radio station and the school doctor's office are actually the same place, a self-built house located in the corner of the track and field, but the door opens in a different direction...

That being said, she was always next door.

next second.

Qiao Liang looked at Anting, then at Song Ci, and said pitifully, "Fanfan, hungry..."

Like a stray cat discarded in a cardboard box.

I see pity.

An Ting can't make the decision, this is Song Ci's steamed rice and sausage, and he can only wait for Song Ci's reaction.

Song Ci and Qiao Liang only got along once, that was the afternoon when Bao Weiwei participated in the badminton school team selection, Bao's father bought six meals, and she had a meal at that time.

Song Ci was actually a little hostile towards Qiao Liang.

In addition to the fact that the whole school was constantly comparing themselves with Qiao Liang, there was also an inexplicable thought.

To sum up, Song Ci didn't intend to invite the other party to dinner, "Don't...we don't know each other that well..."

Song Ci belongs to the Balance Sect and is kind to others, but he has his own bottom line, and he will be very ruthless when he should refuse, such as this moment.

however.

The moment Song Ci refused, the poor wild cat turned from defense to offense, showing his fangs, and said black-bellied: "Well... If you don't invite me to dinner, then I will tell you that we are siblings."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Almost at the same time, An Ting and Song Ci coughed suddenly, then raised their eyes and stared at Qiao Liang with astonished eyes, as if they were asking - how did you know?
Qiao Liang was unambiguous, holding the sun with one hand, tilting his head, grinning, and said: "Ms. Xu visited you at home last week. She told Mr. Xu about this. I know Mr. Xu very well and know everything. … By the way, you guys are so good at playing, it’s so interesting that you pretend to be a couple despite being siblings.”

Last weekend, Xu Qingshu went to Zijing Street, a small town, to visit Anting's family. She already knew about the family reorganization. Since she and Mr. Xu from class B of Senior One are best friends, it was natural to share such important news.

Once back and forth, Qiao Liang knew it.

Qiao Liang's black belly is not only aimed at Anting, but also about Song Ci.

Song Ci felt a sense of frustration after a long absence, sighed lightly, and said, "Come in, it's enough for three people."

In all fairness, since pretending to be a couple with An Ting, the campus life is very peaceful, no one bothers her anymore, she doesn't want to be exposed suddenly.

"Oh! Thank you Song Cici!"

"Ah... Song Cici?" Song Ci's name for this reduplicated word seemed unexpected.

"Well, Bao Weiwei, Song Cici, brother Ting... giggling."

As soon as these words came out, An Ting on the side sneered, "Song Cici...hahaha."

"This title is as annoying as Miss Sister..."

miss...

Song Porcelain...

Just as Song Ci was making complaints, Qiao Liang stepped into the radio station with her little slippers on.

There were only two chairs in total, not enough for three people to sit on, so they were simply merged together.

This girl didn't sit in the middle, but sat next to Song Ci, with a little sense of sight.

Song Ci was not very good at dealing with Qiao Liang, so she quietly moved closer to An Ting, and then gave her chopsticks to him, saying, "You use this, I use a spoon, here is clear water, you can wash it..."

Because the chopsticks were used by myself, I suggest Qiao Liang wash them.

What Song Ci didn't expect was that Qiao Liang stuffed the chopsticks into her mouth directly. She smiled heartily and said, "It's okay, I won't wash it."

Song Ci: "."

In fact, it's not hard to see that...

Qiao Liang had a strong affection for Song Ci.

The source of goodwill is very simple, that is, that time when Song Ci asked her to drink water while choking on eating bowl cakes on the slope outside the school, Song Ci saved her life.

There's nothing to describe about the meal process. Basically, Qiao Liang was curious about the family reorganization and asked questions.

Like a curious baby.

Song Ci was so annoyed that she didn't answer a single sentence.

Soon, a difficult problem was placed in front of the three of them.

Today I only steamed one sausage, which in the past was cut into several pieces, and then steamed in it; Song Ci got up late today, so she didn't have time to cut it, so it was a whole piece.

The tableware is made of wood, and it is constantly messed up.

Hmm... metal lunch box + wood cutlery is normal.

If you use metal tableware, once it comes into contact with the metal lunch box, the sound will be like fingers scratching a blackboard, which will make your skin crawl.

After several attempts, it still didn't work.

An Ting thought for a while, and suggested: "Then you all take a bite, one on the left and one on the right, and I'll eat the one in the middle."

Song Ci has a cleanliness habit and cannot eat other people's saliva.

Then let the two eat first, and you eat last.

Before Song Ci could answer, Qiao Liang accepted, "Okay! I'll take a bite first."

"You guys are really rude."

"Hee hee hee."

Qiao Liang likes to eat cured meat very much, leaving a small imprint and a little bit of saliva after one bite.

Song Ci watched Qiao Liang take a bite, and felt that he would be at a disadvantage if he didn't bite, so he bit the other side, leaving tooth marks and saliva as well.

That's it...the middle piece is left.

Song Ci looked at the young man with strange eyes, while Qiao Liang looked at the young man with a playful smile.

Both of them were looking forward to An Ting's thoughts.

Under the meeting of two different gazes, An Ting still put it in his mouth and gave an answer that satisfied everyone: "Well...it tastes like Dad."

sure!

This is homemade by An's father, and you can't buy it for a lot of money outside!

And in fact.

The moment An Ting ate the sausage bitten by the two, Song Ci suddenly recalled what he had said to Cheng Cheng in his mind - this boy would accompany him to the end...

This statement is true, without a doubt.

In the name of his family, Anting will always accompany him and spend the rest of his life together.

But...is there going to be someone to share him with in the near future?
Thinking about it, it turned out to be a little depressed.

Let's eat first.

An Ting and Qiao Liang cooked at the same speed, unlike Song Ci's slow and orderly cooking.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Liang was full.

She remembered that she had other things to do, and left in a hurry. Before she left, she said in a startling way: "I have to go back and draw pictures. If you have time, go to the school infirmary and find me. Please drink glucose!"

"Bye, brother Ting, Song Cici..."

Song Ci, who was eating, suddenly coughed.

Indeed... not good at dealing with that girl.

In a word, the amount of information is so large.

(End of this chapter)