Adhering to the principle of preferring starvation to death rather than late pig food, Wen Xi did not have lunch in the cafeteria the next day. Even if he can't go hungry when he grows up, even if the canteen provides free lunch, Wen Xi didn't go to the cafeteria with Zhang Fang to adventure, when he went out in the morning, he brought the soup left over from Fu's mother last night, and he turned out an electric insulated box from the kitchen cupboard, and if it can be used, he will bring food later.

"Wen Xi, it's so wise that you didn't go to the cafeteria to eat! Let me tell you, the food in the cafeteria is worse than what I cooked, and I ate more than a dozen dishes and none of them were delicious

Zhang Fang has been complaining to Wen Xi since he came back from the cafeteria, the aunt at home is as skilled as a chef, and it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality, so he naturally can't eat such a meal.

"A dozen dishes?" Wen Xi wondered, the free canteen shouldn't be wasted......

"Yes, there are a lot of people in the class who go to eat together, and I ask everyone not to cook the same dishes, and you can almost know the level of the chef after eating them one by one. Zhang Fang proudly raised his little chin and waited for Wen Xi's praise at any time, but Wen Xi just glanced at him and went back to the afternoon class.

"Wen Xi! Let me tell you, studying just after eating is very inefficient! Using your eyes for a long time is easy to increase the incidence of myopia!" Zhang Fang was very unhappy and bent his fingers and tapped on the desk, saying that there are two people in cross talk, Wen Xi, why don't you cheer at all?

"So you're not hungry?" Moon-hee closed the book, found the classwork for the fourth period, and slowly started to do it.

"Not hungry...... I ate a glass of milk, two steamed buns, and a pancake fruit in the morning! Wenxi, do you think I'm going to be fat!" Zhang Fang was hit instantly, he loves a child, and if he gets fat, won't he be a dwarf winter melon?

"Yes. Wen Xi carefully calculated the math problem in front of him, the math of the first year of junior high school is still very simple, even if Wen Xi has graduated for many years before the crossing, the things that can be learned are reviewed by the teacher in class, and they can almost be mastered.

"What should I do then?" Zhang Fang cried and mourned, and his little belly seemed to be rounder to the touch, huh?

"Go home and eat less!" replied Wen Xi seriously.

During the lunch break the next day, Wen Xi came home from lunch on the roof of the building, and saw Zhang Fang listlessly lying on the table eating snacks.

"Aren't you afraid of being fat?"

"I'm hungry, if I don't buy something to eat, I'm going to hang up!" Zhang Fang stuffed half of the ham into his mouth, and he ate a bowl of rice for dinner, and a glass of milk for breakfast, and he was hungry in the first class.

"You can buy fruit. Wenxi shook his head, opened the Chinese-English dictionary and memorized words silently, judging from Xiao Wenxi's elementary school file, Xiao Wenxi has chosen English since the fifth grade, but he has an average sense of language and poor memory, and the reason why he can get an A is purely because of his rote memorization.

"That's right, you don't gain weight by eating fruit!" Zhang Fang suddenly realized, stuffed the junk food on the table into the desk, and hurriedly went downstairs.

On Monday of the second week, Wen Xi came back from the bathroom to clean the dishes, and saw Zhang Fang holding a water cup and drinking water there.

"Salty?"

"No, I didn't eat at all," Zhang Fang screwed the lid of the cup weakly, and his stomach made some kind ......of embarrassing sound from time to time.

"Why?" Wen Xi turned sideways and put the tableware back in his schoolbag, dried his hands and opened the Chinese textbook, the ancient Chinese he learned today should be memorized as soon as possible to rest assured.

"I don't have money to buy fruit. Zhang Fang turned his head and looked at Wen Xi expectantly, good buddy, do you have anything to eat?

“…… Didn't tell my aunt?"

"I actually forgot!" Zhang Fang slapped his head in annoyance, it seems that he is really hungry, and he has no extra energy to supply brain cells!

So at the dinner table, Zhang Fang's gobbling up hindered Zhang's father's eyes again.

"Eat well, starve to death and reincarnate!"

"Dad, I'm hungry!"

"Whoever told you not to eat well, you deserve it!"

"The food in the cafeteria is not delicious at all! The shredded potatoes are either undercooked or cooked, and the pig's head meat is not even shaved clean, how dare I eat it!"

"Just your mouth, haven't you seen others can't eat?"

"Our squad leader doesn't go to the cafeteria to eat, you praised him a few days ago!"

"Hehe, Lao Zhang, it's not like you haven't eaten the food in the canteen, you have a weak spleen and stomach, and it's understandable that you can't eat that kind of rough food. Yuanyuan, it's not bad to have a restaurant at the school gate, can your mother help you order a nutritious meal?" Zhang's mother saw that her husband's eyebrows were raised, and she hurriedly took over the conversation.

"Okay, then I want to eat braised lion's head and dry dumplings......"

"It's good to have something to eat, but you still want to be picky eat......ers?

"I ate potatoes in a kiln for a ...... month" Zhang Fang stuck out his tongue, every time he encountered something he didn't like to eat, his father taught him like this, and Zhang Fang could recite it.

"You!" Zhang's father's heart was ignited, and he turned the chopsticks and wanted to put them on Zhang.

"Okay, okay, let's eat!" Zhang's mother helplessly stopped Zhang's father, and put another chopstick on the carrots that Zhang didn't like to eat in her son's bowl, and the dinner table was quiet.

Zhang Fang was about to have lunch in the future, but Wen Xi didn't go so smoothly - Fu's mother didn't buy enough vegetables this morning, and Wen Xi didn't have extra ingredients to make a bento.

"The rice is also a little less, and the rest of the things can't make up enough for a dish, do I want to eat egg fried rice? I can eat egg fried rice tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow?" Wen Xi opened the refrigerator and stood there in a daze, Fu's mother bought vegetables based on the amount of food he ate, and the dishes were very fresh every day, but there were not many of them. Wen Xi used to be able to thaw some meat from the freezer layer to make a boxed lunch, but now that those dishes are almost eaten, does he have to take a detour to the vegetable market after school?

Wen Xi thought about it, or tell Fu's mother frankly that he had it, and said that he was not used to the food in the cafeteria, and he wanted to trouble Fu's mother to buy more vegetables in the morning.

When Fu Qin arrived home at half past six, he saw that his youngest son had moved all the things he had done to the coffee table in the living room.

"Hee-hee?"

"Mom, you're back, I have something to tell you. ”

"Okay, mom will go change her clothes and come. The son's expression was so serious, Fu Qin naturally had to be cautious. Wen Xi seems to have grown up overnight since her divorce, acting and speaking like a little adult, and Fu's mother doesn't treat her son as the child who didn't understand anything before.

"Well, then I'll finish writing this big letter. Wen Xi nodded, picked up the pen and soaked up the ink in the inkstone, inhaled and raised his wrist, carefully looked at the order of the pen on the notebook, and then put the pen down steadily.