Bai Yan gritted her teeth and sat down.
Only then did her attention shift to the plate that Meng Hechuan pushed over to her.
There was a lot of rice and side dishes on the plate in front of me.
On the small grid next to it, there were two yellow corn steamed buns.
Bai Yan looked at his small and simple plate in astonishment. There was only one dish of tofu and two steamed buns on it.
She looked at the mountain of food with a complicated expression and swallowed.
Does Meng Hechuan think of himself as Lu Jili? Do you think she is also a big eater?
"Chief Engineer Meng, are our plates swapped?"
Meng Hechuan raised his head, his clear eyes were full of affirmation: "It's not swapped, that one is yours."
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His slender knuckles tapped the plate, and a tone escaped from his throat, "Eat."
The two team members sitting on either side of them immediately shouted reflexively: "Yes."
Then they set the dishes and sat down, all in one go.
He lowered his head and started eating.
Meng Hechuan raised his eyes again and glanced at Bai Yan.
He has long eyebrows, and when he looks at people seriously and speaks, his tone is full of unquestionable dominance.
"You are too thin. Sit down and eat more."
Bai Yan blinked.
Is Mr. Meng worried about himself because of what he just heard from Aunt Zhang?
Meng Hechuan stood up and took the iron spoon and chopsticks back, "You should learn from them. You will have more strength after eating a full meal."
Bai Yan's words instantly overturned the absurd thought in her mind just now.
She laughed dryly and said "Oh" to make up for herself, "Don't worry, Chief Engineer Meng. I won't lose energy even if I eat less. You don't have to worry about the progress of the exchange class or the translation work."
Meng Hechuan was distributing tableware. Hearing this, he glanced over with a frown and said in a cool voice, "Do you think I asked you to eat because I was afraid that you would slow down the progress of the training class?"
In fact, there was a small thought in Bai Yan's heart that denied it.
But her false self-esteem forced her to nod.
The atmosphere around them turned cold, and ice chips were falling from Master Meng's body.
Bai Yan knew that he was a little unhappy.
She turned her eyes away and said nothing.
Sit down obediently.
Meng Hechuan handed the chopsticks to her.
Bai Yan thanked him and looked at the plate of food from before the New Year. After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke, "I will eat well, but Chief Engineer Meng, I don't want to waste food. I can barely finish this rice, but the steamed bread is really not okay."
Bai Yan knew very well that the future generations' food and drink were all based on the efforts of the great Grandpa Yuan and the academicians.
Although the young people of their generation have not experienced much hardship, they have understood from an early age that "every grain of rice is hard-earned."
Since you know you can’t finish it, you can’t waste it.
But she was too embarrassed to put the steamed bread on her plate back to the window.
After thinking for a while, Bai Yan asked, "Chief Engineer Meng, I haven't started eating yet. Can I share this steamed bread with you?"
The man opposite paused for a long time and didn't say anything.
Bai Yan also felt that her question was a little inappropriate, and after thinking for a while, she said, "I'm sorry, I just said it casually. Otherwise, I'll pack these two steamed buns and take them home. I can heat them up and eat them tomorrow morning."
Thinking of this, she felt that her idea was quite good.
Just as I was about to get up and go to the window to ask if there were any plastic bags, a hand suddenly appeared in front of me.
It belongs to Meng Hechuan.
His finger bones are easy to recognize, they are thin and slender, with distinct joints.
The finger edges are trimmed neatly, and the ten fingers are slender and long, with only a thin callus on the second section of the index finger.
This should be caused by his long-term use of pen to calculate and draw.
In the open 1980s, the second and third generations enjoyed the welfare provided by their ancestors and lived an extravagant life of free food and drink.
But he just happens to be different.
Meng Hechuan is engaged in research and development, or in the manufacture of delicate items such as aircraft.
This is not something that our parents can accomplish by simply mentioning it in front of their old comrades or colleagues.
Everything he has now was earned by himself with real guns and real swords.
It's really rare.
The book briefly mentions Meng Hechuan's family background, which is about three generations of power and nobility.
My father walked out of the brigade and headed up.
His mother was one of the rare overseas students in the 1950s and 1960s. In addition, one eighth of his blood is foreign, which makes him full of mystery.
But who could have imagined that this powerful young man who had a good start would end up in such a strange way.
His hand reached out further, his wrist turned out.
Bai Yan withdrew her thoughts and could easily see the blue lines under the pure white skin.
Meng Hechuan took the steamed bread in front of her very naturally and put it on his own plate.
"You can't use open flames in the dormitory, and you can't heat it up. If you really can't finish it, don't waste it. If you don't mind, I'll eat it."
The two team members sitting nearby obviously slowed down the speed at which they were eating, and they were secretly glancing at Bai Yan and the others.
Is it because you get up early or sleep too much that you have blurry eyes?
Chief Engineer Meng, who is known for his cleanliness, is actually willing to eat food from other people's plates?
Teacher Bai Yan's title of 'Little Meng Tai' is indeed not a false title!
Seeing him holding the steamed bread he had taken from her plate and putting it into his mouth, Bai Yan wanted to stop him but didn't dare to.
The back of my ears turned red unconsciously.
She quickly picked up the chopsticks and used eating to cover up the embarrassment.
Both of them are well-educated people, and they can eat without talking.
Bai Yan followed his movements, sipping the rice in small sips.
Meng Hechuan's dining habits were very monotonous. In order not to waste time, he would control his meal time to within fifteen minutes, and only eat until he was full.
But today is very unusual.
Following Bai Yan's pace, he could spend five minutes eating a steamed bun, and his cheeks were sore from chewing it.
After finally waiting for Bai Yan to put down her chopsticks, Meng Hechuan went to the windowsill to get the cut paper towels.
He took it back and placed it next to Bai Yan, motioning her to wipe her mouth.
A gust of wind blew the paper towel up. Bai Yan reached out to press it down, but unexpectedly the winter wind was very strange and became fierce in an instant.
The tissue passed through Bai Yan's fingertips and was about to be blown off the table.
She quickly stretched out her arm to reach it, but Meng Hechuan was even faster and leaned over to press the tissue on the table.
Bai Yan was a beat slow, and by the time she reacted, her palm had already grasped the back of his hand.
My heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the noise of other people eating around me became blurred.
The two of them were stunned for a few seconds, until they felt a sticky sensation under their palms, and Bai Yan hurriedly moved her hands away.
Meng Hechuan handed her the tissue as if nothing had happened, "Wipe your mouth."
Bai Yan was about to say thank you when she heard a clang behind her.
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