There is a university town near Fengshi University, so Duan Lingling recommended a small restaurant, called He Qile's Cantonese Restaurant. Because Duan Lingling knew that Fang Qingming didn't eat spicy food.

The shop is simply decorated and the floor is clean, so it's time for lunch, so you can't see any empty seats when you look at it.

Just as Chen Meiyun was about to change restaurants for dinner, Duan Lingling said to the shopkeeper, and then someone took Duan Lingling and her party upstairs to a small box.

It is said to be a box, but it is blocked by a few screens, and the sound insulation effect is not very good, but fortunately, Chen Meiyun and others don't care about this.

"Lingling, you still have a way, it's overcrowded, and you can still find a seat. Chen Meiyun looked at Duan Lingling with a smile.

Duan Lingling hurriedly waved her hand politely and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it just so happens that the owner of this restaurant is opened by a relative of my father's subordinates, so it's just a favor." “

Maybe it was because of Duan Lingling's relationship that the dishes they ordered were served in a short time. As Duan Lingling said, although it is some home-cooked food, it is all colorful, fragrant. In addition, it is Cantonese cuisine, which is a bit surprising for Song Xiangran, a native of Feng City.

The closest to Song Xiangran is a dish of boiled lettuce, with the store's special soy sauce, and the jade lettuce leaves are poured with dark brown sauce, the color is contrasting, and it is refreshing to pour it in one bite.

"It's the first time I've seen lettuce like this!" Song Xiangran was very fond of this boiled lettuce, and unconsciously pinched several chopsticks.

Chen Meiyun next to her saw that Song Xiangran liked it, and she was also happy, and took a piece of chicken from the white-cut chicken plate in front of her and put it in Song Xiangran's bowl, and said: "Xiangran, you try this dish, it's called white-cut chicken, a classic dish in Cantonese cuisine." “

"Brother Qingming, you try this honey and sauce barbecued pork, which is one of their signatures. Duan Lingling saw Chen Meiyun serving vegetables to Song Xiangran, and felt that this was a bit of a snub to Fang Qingming, so she borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and sandwiched another dish into Fang Qingming's bowl.

Fang Qingming thanked him and ate by himself. He hadn't finished reading the official document yet, and he was a little tired from helping to carry his luggage all morning, so he didn't want to talk much.

But Duan Lingling self-righteously felt that she was to blame Song Xiangran's little goblin, and she didn't know what means she used, so she was so loved by Chen Meiyun, and now even Fang Qingming, her own son, was left out in the cold.

Looking at Song Xiangran's unseen appearance, just a few home-cooked dishes, she made a fuss. Duan Lingling sneered at her in her heart.

Now that Song Xiangran has arrived in her class, Duan Lingling's plan can gradually be put on the agenda, and she can take good care of this younger sister.

After eating a meal, before you know it, it will be nearly two o'clock.

Because Fang Qingming was still entangled in official business, Chen Meiyun had to separate from Song Xiangran.

"Xiangran, what's the matter, just call home, remember the phone?" Chen Meiyun pulled the broken hair in her ear behind her ear for Song Xiangran, like a mother and daughter, and saw that Duan Lingling next to her was not angry.

From the first time she saw Song Xiangran, Duan Lingling didn't have a good impression of her, pretending to be innocent and innocent on the surface, but in fact, she must have used a lot of tricks behind her back, right? Duan Lingling commented on Song Xiangran very self-righteously, after all, they were all mixed up in the upper circles, what kind of trick, she Duan Lingling could not see it?

After reluctantly sending Chen Meiyun and Fang Qingming away, Duan Lingling also said that she would arrange some formalities for the students in the afternoon, so she took her leave.

After all, all morning, Duan Lingling was just putting on a show in front of Fang Qingming's family, and now that the audience has left the table, there is no need for her to act.

After a busy morning, and I didn't sleep well yesterday, Song Xiangran was also a little tired at this time, so he planned to go back to the dormitory to take a nap.

When Song Xiangran returned to the dormitory, he found that all the people in the dormitory had arrived, but almost all of them had gone out to eat, and only one person was still packing up his things.

Presumably this is the college roommate who will get along with him day and night for four years, Song Xiangran was overjoyed and enthusiastically stepped forward to say hello.

"Hello, I am also from this dormitory, my name is Song Xiangran, Xiang of Xiangjiang, Ran Rising Ran. Song Xiangran smiled at the somewhat thin girl in front of him and stretched out his hand.

The figure is thin, the complexion is not as ruddy as ordinary people, and the dress is useless, not as vigorous and simple as young people.

Therefore, when Song Cha first came to the dormitory, some people in the dormitory didn't like to take care of her, and she was born more taciturn and didn't like to talk, so she simply cleaned herself up.

"Hello, my name is Song Cha, Song of Tang and Song, and Tea of Qing Cha. Song Cha had a good impression of the energetic and enthusiastic girl in front of her, and freed up a hand to hold her hand.

The hand was still wiping the table just now, stained with some dust, but Song Xiangran didn't mind at all, but continued to ask Song Cha if he wanted to help.

With Song Xiangran's help, it didn't take long for Song Cha's bed to be cleaned up.

The two girls got to know each other a little bit after getting along for a short time just now.

was really tired of cleaning up, Song Xiangran climbed into his bed to take a nap, and Song Cha sat in his seat and began to read.

I don't know how long it took, Song Xiangran heard footsteps at the door of the dormitory, and then the conversation of the owner of those footsteps became louder and louder, until the door of the dormitory was opened.

"Xiaoyun, someone is sleeping. One girl lowered her voice and said to the other.

Liu Hongyun glanced at Song Xiangran's bed and found that there were indeed people sleeping there, so he closed his mouth and returned to his seat lightly.

After taking a nap and sleeping until five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xiangran slept with a headache, rubbed his temples and sat up, only to find that the entire dormitory had arrived. Because I was sleeping, I sat in my seat and did my thing quietly.

Song Xiangran's heart warmed, and he felt that he was lucky to meet these intimate roommates.

Thinking so, Song Xiangran grunted and climbed out of bed, wanting to get to know his roommate Zheng'er.

"Are you awake?" The girl with the baby's voice was combing two strands of braids, and after hearing the sound of Song Xiangran getting out of bed, she turned her head and looked, and the two strands of braids also jumped.

Song Xiangran smiled embarrassedly and said, "Yes, thank you for being so light-hearted." My name is Song Xiangran, Xiang of Xiangjiang, and Ran of Rising. “

The girl shook hands with Song Xiangran with a smile and said, "My name is Wu Jingjing, female Qingjing." “

Hearing Song Xiangran's voice, others also gathered around.