Reborn 1980: Sweet wife, a little sweet

Chapter 223 Canteen
Gu Baoer is not stupid, let alone there is Fang Qing in front, she knows that she is in the ranks of being looked down upon, so she will never go to that cafeteria, Gu Baoer just walks to another cafeteria.

It was about meal time, and there were many people in the cafeteria, and there was constant noise, some arguing over [-] cents, and some fighting for a bite of food.

Seeing the crowd of women blocking the cooking window, Gu Baoer huddled into a group, talking in a hurry, with harsh voices, none of which could be heard clearly, so she couldn't help frowning.

It seems that there is a reason for Yuan Zheng to buy a pot and cook it himself. This cafeteria is really not good.

Gu Baoer had never seen such a scene when eating at school, women crowded together in groups, children constantly making noise, and people holding spoons at the window shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, come one by one, everyone has a share."

The woman in a floral shirt handed the bowl to the window and said loudly: "Get more meat, don't be too picky, my child is growing, so give me more vegetables."

The woman waiting was anxious, looking at the big spoon waving eagerly, as if the rice in the pot would be gone in a blink of an eye, so nervous that people dared not touch her or call her.

One of the rice bowls was not taken away, but the other bowl was quickly packed in. At this time, she was not in a hurry, and someone else was waiting, and now it was her time to give advice.

She thought about it, solemnly making people feel that this is not a meal, but a very important event.

"This meat, that's right, that's it, buy more, why are you given so little?"

The woman pointed to the oily fat not far from her, and the tip of her nose seemed to be surrounded by the scent, wishing she was the one who cooked rice, holding the big spoon with the greatest power and the ability to judge life and death.

If that's what she thinks, she must give herself a large spoonful. At this time, she no longer worries about whether there is enough rice in the pot, and whether the people behind have something to eat, she doesn't care anymore Isn't that fair.

"With so many fights, I don't know how many more we have in our turn."

The women who watched eagerly from the side couldn't help complaining. They paid the food expenses on a monthly basis. Every time they came to eat, they thought that they would pay anyway. More and more, there is never any left after the fight.

When the woman who took the bowl heard this complaint, she seemed to have forgotten that she had said such a thing before, a smirk flashed across her face, she took the bowl and walked away with a subtle smile.

It’s just that the people crowded at the window have changed, but the dialogue has not changed. I feel that I have given too much food to others, and I am not satisfied with the food I have given to myself. , with pride.

Gu Baoer's feet moved, but she still didn't take a step forward. She didn't want to walk towards them. This kind of life and conversation made her feel sad.

The daily quarrels are all about such trivial matters, whether there is less food, whether the cafeteria has cooked meat dishes today, and go home after eating with my own rice bowl, and come back when it is time to eat, repeating the same thing, Same conversation.

Compared with this group of people who only care about themselves, whether there are fewer meals, and whether this meal is enough to earn back the money they paid for the meal, Gu Baoer suddenly felt that Fang Qing's group was living a very happy life.

(End of this chapter)