When Song Xiangran stood at the window of the dining hall and ordered, she noticed that something was wrong.

Why is the aunt who cooks in the canteen a little different when she looks at herself?

But what is different, Song Xiangran doesn't know.

"Little girl, why do you eat so much?" The aunt who was cooking said to Song Xiangran with a kind smile, and then picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of braised pork for Song Xiangran.

The aunts and uncles in the canteen in the school had never been so generous to Song Xiangran, so Song Xiangran was simply stunned.

When the spoonful full of fat and thin braised pork successfully landed on Song Xiangran's plate, and it was not shaken off because of the aunt's selective hand trembling, but was really served in Song Xiangran's plate, Song Xiangran couldn't help but wonder if this aunt was any of his relatives.

Otherwise, why would she scoop such a big spoonful of braised pork?

"Auntie, I only bought a meal ticket for two dishes, and I can't pay for your braised pork. Song Xiangran took out a meal ticket from his pocket and handed it to the aunt who was cooking, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face.

Who knew that the aunt accepted the meal ticket with a smile, and then said to Song Xiangran: "It doesn't matter, a spoonful of braised pork is just a spoonful, and it will be given to you by the aunt." "

At this moment, how Song Xiangran hopes that the uncle and aunt who cook in the school cafeteria can be as amiable and generous as this aunt!

"Thank you, Auntie. Song Xiangran said gratefully, almost not bowing.

After all, Song Xiangran's stomach was really hungry.

"Little girl, you think about losing weight every day when you are elsewhere, you have a good figure, you need to eat more!" The aunt who was cooking just now said loudly to Song Xiangran's back.

There were no more, no less, no more people in the cafeteria at this point, but the aunt spoke so loudly that almost half of the people in the cafeteria heard what she was saying.

Song Xiangran's hand holding the plate almost shook.

She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, I don't know how many times she had this idea today, could it be that she was actually the reincarnation of a cave man on the top of the mountain in her life?

"Why are you stunned, aren't you hungry? Fang Qingming found Song Xiangran sitting opposite him, staring at the plate motionless.

Song Xiangran came back to his senses, picked up chopsticks and began to eat.

Because when I came today, it was just time for lunch, and Song Xiangran didn't notice anything unusual, and after eating this meal, he seemed to be quite comfortable.

Think about the last time, in the empty canteen, suddenly there were dozens of people inexplicably, watching her eat, Song Xiangran felt like a monkey, but she didn't perform juggling, she performed to eat.

But Song Xiangran soon wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, because someone came over to greet Fang Qingming after eating one after another.

When almost everyone greeted Fang Qingming, they would look at Song Xiangran with ambiguous eyes, and even more exaggerated, even whistling at Fang Qingming.

"Do you want to train with me next week?" Fang Qingming lowered his head and chewed slowly, and said casually.

The man who had just finished whistling, his face turned pale in an instant, and he quickly shook his head and ran away in disgrace.

What gossip is not gossip, the matter of Head Fang, it is better not to gossip.

Song Xiangran looked at the man's expression and felt strange, so he asked Fang Qingming, "Brother Qingming, why was he scared like that when he heard that he was going to train with you?"

Fang Qingming's hand holding the vegetables paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "Because he's afraid of me." "

"Afraid of what?" Song Xiangran is like a curious baby.

"I'm afraid I'll exhaust him. Fang Qingming slowly put the dish into his mouth, as if he was saying something insignificant.

Song Xiangran was stunned for a moment, only then did he understand what Fang Qingming meant, and secretly observed Fang Qingming's muscles again.

Because of the hot weather, Fang Qingming rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his strong and sturdy forearms, which were also muscular.

Song Xiangran stared at Fang Qingming's forearm, and thought back to the man's expression just now, feeling that Fang Qingming should be very strong, so that man was afraid of him.

But at the same time, Song Xiangran felt that Fang Qingming's muscular lines were very masculine and good-looking.

While eating, Fang Qingming suddenly found that Song Xiangran's dinner plate in front of him was silent.

Feeling strange, as soon as Fang Qingming raised his head, he found that Song Xiangran seemed to be staring at somewhere.

Looking at Song Xiangran's eyes, it turned out to be his own forearm, Fang Qingming was stunned.

"What are you looking at? I haven't eaten yet, and the food is cold. Fang Qingming said seriously, but the roots of his ears quietly turned red.

"Oh!" Song Xiangran, who was discovered by the party, blushed even more, hurriedly lowered his head, and began to pick up rice in his mouth.

"Captain Fang!" Wei Dabing smiled and patted Fang Qingming's shoulder.

"GI?" Fang Qingming looked up at Wei Dabing, this was his direct subordinate, he looked honest on weekdays, but Fang Qingming knew that he was actually not a simple person.

"Commander Fang, what's the matter with coming to the army canteen to eat on Saturday?" Wei Dabing said, casually looking at Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran smiled kindly, and then continued to bow his head to eat.

"Well, there's no one at home to cook. Fang Qingming didn't think much about it, so he said it.

Who knew that when this sentence was spoken, it made the people around him begin to reverie infinitely, it turned out that the young and beautiful girl brought by Fang Qingming was already living with Fang Qingming!

A hint of surprise flashed in Wei Dabing's eyes.

"The army canteen is also very good, and my wife and I love to eat here. Wei Dabing smiled and nodded in agreement with Fang Qingming.

Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran, who heard this, were stunned, but Song Xiangran didn't know how to refute it, because it seemed that people didn't name them.

Fang Qingming simply hummed.

"By the way, Head Fang, there is a document in your office, it just so happens that you are here today, so let's take a look." Wei Dabing said, then stood up and said goodbye to Fang Qingming.

After Wei Dabing left, Song Xiangran hesitated for a while, but decided to ask, "Brother Qingming, did you often come to the dining hall to eat when you were on vacation just now?"

"Of course, he and his lover live in the army, and it is convenient to eat in the canteen. Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows and said, seeing Song Xiangran showing a slightly embarrassed expression, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, with a bit of doting.

After eating, Song Xiangran followed Fang Qingming to his office to read the documents.

It is said that it is to read the document, but in fact, it has to be reviewed, and it will take a while.

Song Xiangran, who had nothing to do, began to look east and west again after being approved.

Suddenly, a beautifully packaged box appeared in front of Song Xiangran.

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