"Okay, I understand." Bai Yifan's face paled.
This news is really exciting.
"Anyway, you're leaving tomorrow, so remember not to go out alone with Captain Zhu today," Zhao Zhen instructed.
Bai Yifan was his classmate, and he didn't want him to die.
If I die, I'll no longer have a kindred spirit to drink milk powder with.
"Okay, don't worry, take care!"
Bai Yifan said goodbye with a serious expression.
In this apocalypse, I don't know if we'll ever have the chance to meet again.
"Take care of yourself!"
Zhao Zhen responded earnestly, took out his most treasured card from his pocket, and handed it to Bai Yifan.
This card is a favorite among students; it's very rare, and it's said that you need to buy 10,000 cards to get one.
He was very lucky; he won the lottery on his first try.
I've kept it carefully all this time, and now I'm giving it to Bai Yifan as a gift.
Bai Yifan accepted it with a solemn expression.
Men don't shed tears when they part.
Both of them had serious expressions, patted each other on the shoulder, and turned to leave.
Zhao Zhen walked forward with a serious expression, without looking back, until she turned the corner.
Only then did he start rubbing his eyes vigorously.
She started crying, which was very pathetic.
He didn't know why he was crying; it was probably just that the wind was too strong today and got into his eyes.
Bai Yifan jogged back to the bus without looking back.
Men shouldn't be so fussy.
The small dining table inside the bus was piled high with delicious food: braised pork belly, chicken stew with mushrooms, braised pork hock, braised prawns...
The two elderly men, Wang and Liu, sat on the sofa with big smiles on their faces, their eyes fixed on the braised pork knuckle.
one two three.
Three braised pork hocks.
Perfect, a group of senior citizens, one for each person.
No need to fight over it!
Bai Yifan returned just in time, as Leng Yebai brought out the last, large cake.
Cakes aren't just for birthday parties; they can be a great addition to any gathering or celebration.
"Hey, Xiao Fan, what's wrong with your eyes?" Bai Zhengxuan looked at Bai Yifan. "Could it be that you have conjunctivitis?"
Bai Yifan's eyes were bloodshot, his entire eyeballs were red, and he looked like he had conjunctivitis.
"No, it's too windy today."
Bai Yifan rubbed his eyes hard and pouted.
Men don't shed tears.
Unless you can't help it.
Eat more later.
Bai Xizhu knew what Bai Yifan had gone to do, and knew that he probably got "red-eye disease" because he had parted ways with his classmates.
"Um!"
Bai Yifan nodded with certainty.
He channeled his grief and anger into his appetite.
"Don't just stand there, everyone, let's eat!"
Bai Zhengxuan made his statement with a smile.
As soon as the words were spoken, the members of the senior citizen group reached out towards the braised pork knuckle without any prior agreement.
The goal is clear: one goal per person.
Grandpa Wang's eyes narrowed into slits.
Young people will never understand the joy of gnawing on braised pork knuckle.
There were three braised pork hocks, all about the same size. Grandpa Wang, taking his time, decided to be more refined and let Old Liu and Old Bai choose first.
Well, after all, he hit Old Bai's grandchildren with his car, so it's better for him to keep a low profile.
The provincial senior citizens' group was beaten by Lao Bai's violent wife.
Just as his chopsticks were about to reach into the bowl, a white claw flashed out and snatched away the last braised pork knuckle.
Grandpa Wang: ...
Grandpa Wang followed the hand and looked at the person who made the move.
Bai Yifan was viciously tearing into a braised pork knuckle, his red eyes practically bulging out.
That's what you call being so hungry your eyes are bloodshot.
"Uncle Wang, why are you looking at me like that?"
Bai Yifan took a bite of the braised pork knuckle and looked at Grandpa Wang with curiosity.
I felt like I was Wang Da-ye's father's killer; the way he looked at me was so sharp.
He had a feeling that he was lying under the wheels of a garbage truck!
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask what time you're leaving tomorrow? Before I go, I'd like to have a contest with you to see who's the real veteran!"
Grandpa Wang picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and said quietly.
"Sir, what have I done to offend you?"
While munching on a braised pork knuckle, Bai Yifan asked Grandpa Wang a question, his oily face showing a slight look of confusion.
Why do I always feel like Grandpa Wang has a problem with me?
"No, I just want to know who has the best driving skills." Grandpa Wang glanced at the braised pork knuckle in Bai Yifan's hand.
I surrender!
Bai Yifan grinned and then buried his head in the braised pork knuckle.
*smack smack*
Even Bai Yifan, who is usually very civilized when eating, started smacking his lips.
"It smells amazing! Lao Bai, you could open a braised pork knuckle shop with this skill!"
Old Liu, while gnawing on a pork knuckle, gave Bai Zhengxuan a thumbs-up.
"That's right, I specially added an improved sauce this time, it's absolutely delicious!" Bai Zhengxuan said with a hint of pride.
"An improved sauce?"
Grandpa Wang glanced at the pork knuckle in Bai Yifan's hand, increasingly curious about who was a better driver, him or Bai Yifan!
"Mmm, it's delicious!"
Bai Yifan gnawed on the pork knuckle very quickly; he had good teeth and gnawed it much faster than Bai Zhengxuan and Grandpa Liu, sucking the bones clean.
Grandpa Wang ate his rice like crazy.
I tapped my toes little by little, pretending it was pressing the accelerator!
Bai Yifan channeled his grief into his appetite, and after finishing the braised pork knuckle, he immediately set his sights on the braised pork in front of Grandpa Wang.
A half-grown boy, already eating his father's bread.
That's absolutely right.
For the first time, Bai Yifan's appetite seemed to surpass that of Bai Xizhu.
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