Chapter 470 The Male Lead of the Era 10 [Wait, is that a steamed bun? Why is it so yellow? It looks so rough...]
[Is the cabbage just boiled in water like that? Did you add salt?]
Is that meat canned? It looks dark and unappetizing...
When it was their turn, the head cook, a chubby middle-aged man, smiled and ladled a full spoonful of vegetables for Pei Jiwang, adding an extra half spoonful of gravy: "Company Commander Pei, you've brought your new wife to eat! Eat more!"
"Thank you, old squad leader."
Pei Jiwang took his lunchbox and stepped aside.
Zi Xi reluctantly handed over her lunchbox.
The old squad leader also enthusiastically filled her plate with food, and even specially picked out two pieces of meat that looked better.
"Thanks……"
Zi Xi thanked him softly, carrying the heavy lunchbox that smelled of unfamiliar food.
The two found a relatively quiet corner to sit down.
After Pei Jiwang sat down, he picked up a cornbread, broke it open, and ate it with cabbage.
He ate in a manner that was not rude, but very fast, with the efficiency characteristic of a soldier.
Zi Xi stared at the food in her lunchbox, her hand holding the chopsticks remaining motionless for a long time.
The rough surface of the steamed bun looked like sandpaper to her.
The bland color of the boiled cabbage made her lose her appetite, and the two pieces of so-called braised pork soaking in the gravy did not arouse her interest at all.
She could even smell the distinctive, slightly unfamiliar aroma of cornmeal.
【How...how can we eat this? The cabbage has no flavor at all...and the meat looks so greasy...】
I miss Kaisiling's cream cakes, I miss my mom's braised pork, I miss the rich and flavorful local Shanghai cuisine...
No, I can't not eat, I'll starve to death, but I really can't swallow it...
Zi Xi was struggling internally as if she were waging a fierce war.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind to die, she carefully picked up a small piece of cabbage with her chopsticks, closed her eyes, and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.
The bland taste, almost entirely salty, made her frown deeply.
She chewed with difficulty, and swallowing seemed extremely difficult.
Then, she tried to touch the steamed bun.
The rough, hard touch on her fingertips made her immediately pull her hand back.
No, this really won't do.
She put down her chopsticks and silently sipped the radish soup.
At least the soup is liquid, making it easier to swallow.
Pei hoped to hear and see all her struggles and embarrassments.
He slowed down his eating pace.
I knew she would find it difficult to adjust, but I didn't expect her reaction to be so intense.
This pure, instinctive maladjustment seemed somewhat different from what he had previously perceived as bourgeois affectation.
Looking at her pitiful appearance, as if food was a formidable enemy, she only dared to drink a few sips of clear soup.
Then, thinking that she had barely eaten anything that morning, a strange sense of irritation welled up inside her.
If this continues, your health will collapse.
Otherwise, let's go back and boil some eggs for the little girl.
Just then, the sound of several young soldiers laughing and joking came from the next table.
One of them accidentally bumped into their table.
Zi Xi was focused on drinking her soup when the sudden impact startled her so much that her hand trembled and she almost knocked over the soup bowl.
A few drops of soup splashed onto the back of her fair hand. Although it wasn't hot, it still made her gasp.
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