Chapter 297 I have hands, and I don't eat egg yolks! Gao Kai's face instantly turned purplish-red, the chopsticks in his hand were squeezed so tightly they cracked, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

He stared at Jiang Yan, then looked at the glaringly white, plump egg in Su An's bowl, and felt as if a lump of cotton was stuck in his chest, burning him up.

The egg, round and plump, smooth as a piece of jade, lay quietly beside the magnificent "mountain of braised pork" that Gao Kai had just piled up.

One was shiny with oil and sauce, domineering and flamboyant.

One is as white as jade, reserved and modest.

Someone surnamed Jiang!

This guy usually looks so respectable, with an air of being detached from worldly affairs and indifferent to worldly desires, but I never expected him to be so cunning! He's sly and wicked!

You know perfectly well that Teacher Su is a woman, and she's very perceptive, so she's definitely more susceptible to this kind of thing!

Gao Kai was both angry and anxious. He felt like a fool, having excitedly carried a sack of potatoes to present as a treasure, only to have the other party present a crystal-clear jade cabbage instead.

Su An's situation is somewhat delicate.

She felt as if she were not sitting at a cafeteria table, but between two defendants in a trial.

To his left was Gao Kai's burning gaze, to his right was Jiang Yan's calm and collected look, and all around him were the eyes of dozens of people in the Third Battalion, their eyes gleaming with the fire of gossip.

Those gazes, filled with curiosity and amusement, wove together an invisible net, completely enveloping the small dining area.

The cafeteria, which was originally as noisy as during the Chinese New Year, has now become eerily quiet.

Only in the distant, lifeless area of ​​Battalion Two could one occasionally hear the muffled clatter of bowls and chopsticks, making Battalion Three's area seem so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, the enamel mugs held high in the air hovered in mid-air, the chopsticks holding food were poised at their mouths, and everyone craned their necks like a flock of ducks waiting for the feast to begin, watching this annual spectacle with rapt attention.

This...this is even more exciting than the exercise we just did!

Wang Xiaoya and Chen Xiaocao, who were sitting at Su An's table, were completely dumbfounded.

Wang Xiaoya was still holding a half-eaten steamed bun in her hand, her mouth slightly open. She looked at Gao Kai on her left, then at Jiang Yan on her right, and finally her gaze fell on Su An's plate piled high with food. She felt like her brain couldn't keep up.

She nudged Chen Xiaocao beside her with her elbow, lowered her voice, and whispered, "Xiaocao, am I...am I dreaming? Jiang Yan...he...he peeled an egg for Sister Su An?"

Chen Xiaocao's palms were sweating with nervousness, and her cheeks were flushed. She replied softly, "I...I saw it too. Commander Jiang...he's so thoughtful." A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes...

"It's more than just thoughtful!" Wang Xiaoya's voice held a hint of fantasy. "These are eggs! And they're already peeled! My dad said that when my mom gave birth to me, my grandma only gave her ten eggs, and she treasured them like the plague! How could Jiang Yan..."

At the other end of the cafeteria, in a secluded corner.

Bai Wei and Qiao Lin sat together, both of them with braised pork on their plates, but neither of them could eat.

Qiao Lin stabbed the braised pork in her bowl with her chopsticks, her voice extremely low, "Are they blind? They're both so eager to curry favor with her?"

Bai Wei didn't speak, but her knuckles, gripping the chopsticks tightly, had turned white from the force.

Her gaze was fixed on Su An, watching her being flanked by Gao Kai and Jiang Yan, becoming the focus of the entire scene. That feeling was a million times more painful than failing the exercise.

Su An looked at the "mountain" of food in her bowl, which was almost overflowing. On the left was braised pork, and on the right was a boiled egg, like two loyal but mutually displeased protectors, facing each other in a clear and distinct standoff. She sighed silently in her heart.

trouble.

She's used to being in control, taking all variables into account. But this situation, an uncontrollable "social variable," is what's giving her the biggest headache.

She finally put down her chopsticks.

"Clatter".