It has been almost a week since he came to Shuimu. Few people have heard of this newly established department. The teaching location is far away from the main teaching area of ​​Shuimu. It is a dilapidated place. It used to be a school-run factory. How unfamiliar is this?

The school welcomes you.

Not to mention that compared with the senior students, when freshmen enter the same class, their military training has officially begun, and they are all conducted on campus.

Only their department reported in advance as early as mid-August and all went to other places for training. Is there not even a place for them to train in such a large Shuimu campus? Are they so unpopular?

Zhang Chi wanted to find someone to ask about the specific situation, but Mrs. Han left after arranging the task for him. He and Zhou Xingwang were the only two people in Nuo Da's courtyard. Zhou Xingwang was mute and it was difficult to communicate.

Let’s just talk about cleaning. It’s also very puzzling. Other departments have cleaning duties, but there are only two of them in the New World Elite Management Department. If they hadn’t accidentally been hit by a gun, such a large area would

Zhou Xingwang is the only one responsible for cleaning, and the workload is really too heavy.

The mute Zhou Xingwang worked hard and did not complain. He was responsible for weeding, while Zhang Chi was responsible for cleaning the site, loading the removed weeds and garbage onto the cart, and then transporting the weeds to the designated garbage area.

week

The yard has a new look.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh grass. Looking at the results in front of me, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously. I raised my wrist and looked at the time, which was already 12 noon.

Zhang Chi felt a little hungry and was about to remind Zhou Xingwang that he should go to the cafeteria to eat and take a break before working again.

At this time, I saw Dean Han pushing a bicycle in and saw the courtyard where weeds had been removed. The old lady expressed satisfaction with the progress of their work. Her unsmiling face actually showed a rare gentle look and said hello.

He said: "Take a rest. I've brought you food. Let's eat first."

Zhang Chi followed the mute to wash his hands. Dean Han placed the lunch on the cast aluminum outdoor table. At first glance, it was not a lunch box from the cafeteria or a takeaway, but it was made by the old lady herself, braised pork ribs with winter melon and braised lion head.

, stir-fried kale, spicy stir-fried lotus root strips. A combination of meat and vegetables, pay attention to nutrition.

Although the food at Shuimu Canteen is good, the big pot dishes lack the taste of home cooking.

Zhang Chi took a bowl of rice from Dean Han's hand, poured some pork rib soup, and ate it in big mouthfuls. I wonder if it was because he was hungry. This meal was particularly suitable for Zhang Chi's taste. The more home-cooked the food, the more skillful it is.

, he ate three bowls of rice in a row.

The mute Zhou Xingwang had a big appetite, and the two of them worked together to finish the food brought by Dean Han.

Dean Han asked: "Does the food I cook taste good?"

Zhang Chi was a little flattered and nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious, it's really delicious. Dean Han, I was a little aggrieved after working hard all morning, but after eating the lunch you sent me, I really feel it's worth it.

I have never had such a delicious meal in my life.”

Although she has always been flattering, Dean Han clearly knows that he is flattering, but she still sounds comfortable. By the way, her cooking skills are not bad to begin with. Although this kid's IQ is a bit low, he has a sweet mouth.

His emotional intelligence seems to be very good, and he knows how to appreciate it.

Dean Han's ability to control his emotions is particularly outstanding. Even though he was a little happy to be photographed by this guy, his face was still expressionless. This made Zhang Daxian feel like he was flattering and patted the horse's legs, and the pat was empty. He was so disappointed.

Dean Han said coldly: "It's really an exaggeration. It tastes better than your mother's?"

The smile on Zhang Chi's face suddenly faded, and the sky turned cloudy. It became so dim that everyone could clearly feel his sadness, and Zhang Chi turned away.

Dean Han didn't know what was going on. The harder he could see his expression, the more curious he became. What's going on? Did I say the wrong thing?

Immortal Zhang grasped the sadness and said sadly: "It has been three years since my mother passed away..."

I don’t want to gain sympathy, but you, this weird old lady, insist on giving me a chance. The opportunity is presented to me, how can I not want it?

Dean Han felt a little guilty. Although the old lady had a weird temperament, she was soft-hearted and unintentional. I didn't read the child's information. I only knew that he was a relationship student. I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Zhang Chi slowly turned his head, and at this moment, he actually burst into tears. This guy should go learn acting, Shuimu is so talented.
Chapter completed!