Zhang Fang is reluctant to go back to the classroom after eating, as the saying goes, spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, and there is a kind of sleepiness called rice sleepiness, Zhang Fang would rather sleep on the roof of the building than go back to the classroom and Wenxi to preview the afternoon's homework.

"It's going to catch a cold. Wen Xi packed up the tableware, it was already very cold in the capital in October, and he didn't want to catch a cold.

"Then let's chat, Wen Xi, why do you say that our ancestors are always fighting back and forth, China has been up and down for 5,000 years, how thick the history books are! Don't they think about future generations?"

"The general trend of the world ......" The first thing that broke out in Wen Xi's mind was the frontispiece of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Come on, don't drop the book bag with me, isn't it good to build a better tomorrow with a harmonious atmosphere?" Zhang Fang had a headache when he thought of the thick ancient history, this knowledge point is all things to keep in mind, and he stayed up for two nights to get an A-!

"Because of desire, when you can't eat, you want to have a full meal, and after solving the problem of food and clothing, you want to eat something good, and you want to eat something good and eat what others can't eat. Desires can never be satisfied, so there are disagreements and wars. Wen Xi sighed, how could he not be like this.

"Wen Xi, we won't have a disagreement, we will always be good brothers, right?" Zhang Fang stood up and stared straight into Wen Xi's eyes.

"I don't know. Wen Xi avoided Zhang Fangdi's eyes, this child is really very small and naïve.

"At least we don't have a disagreement right now. Zhang Fang remembered that half an hour ago, he was still suspecting Wen Xi of eating alone, and he couldn't help but panic.

"Let's go down, I haven't finished my Chinese homework in the morning!" Wen Xi packed the tableware that Zhang Fang put away, and the two returned to the classroom one after the other.

There are many students who go back to the classroom to sleep after eating at lunchtime, and any abrupt noise will be glared at by the classmates, Zhang Fang stuck out his tongue and kept apologizing, and after picking up the book, he was not as absent-minded as Fang Cai.

The next day, Zhang Fang and Wen Xi ate on the roof again, Zhang Fang was still a low-key and luxurious three dishes and one soup, and Wen Xi brought Kung Pao Chicken today, and in addition to the soup, there was also a cold dish - rouge radish.

Mother Fu has been making these time-consuming and energy-consuming cold dishes at home these days, take this rouge radish as an example, you must first juice the purple cabbage, and then put the white radish slices cut into the translucent level to soak, and add seasonings from time to time according to the softness and hardness of the radish slices, until the radish shows a translucent pink color and the taste is suitable.

"Wow, Wen Xi, let me tell you, this cold dish is simply a five-star hotel level!" Zhang Fang put a slice of radish in his mouth and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Hmm. Wen Xi agreed, the ingredients of this dish are simple, just 2 points of white radish and purple cabbage, but Fu's mother made a dish close to 5 points, which seems to have an understanding of cooking skills.

"Wenxi, my aunt works in that restaurant, I must go and eat it once! Cold dishes can reach this level, and hot dishes must be amazing." Zhang Fang blinked and savored, Fu's mother's food was better than that made by her nanny!

"Tea and rice. Wen Xi spit out two words, and when Fu's mother successfully applied for the job, she told him the name of the private club.

"The tea rice that you don't think about?" Zhang Fang was surprised, the name of this store is too dick, right, if you eat their tea and rice, you can't eat it from other people's houses?

"Hmm. Wen Xi sped up his eating, his rouge radish was almost eaten by Zhang Fang, but Zhang Fang used another pair of chopsticks to pick up the dish, he couldn't use cleanliness as an excuse.

After Zhang Fang finished lunch, he didn't lie on the roof like yesterday, but diligently helped Wenxi pack up the tableware and run back to the classroom to do his homework.

"Dad, the boxed lunch in the restaurant is delicious. Zhang Fang sat on the sofa nervously when he got home, and Zhang's father next to him was drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

"Well, eat it all and don't waste it. Zhang's father turned a page of the newspaper and changed it from the economic page to the entertainment page, this kind of gossip news he usually doesn't read, and the reason why he turned it over was to let Zhang Fang have something to say.

"I can't eat any boiled food in the cafeteria, Wenxi asked me to tell my mother on the first day of school, and then I forgot; I didn't eat much at noon the next day, and my stomach rang badly in the afternoon, so Wenxi asked me to eat more at home, so that I wouldn't be hungry; But if I eat too much in the morning and evening, it will hurt my stomach if I don't eat lunch, Wenxi asked me to buy some fruit to eat at noon; a few days ago, I had no money, Wenxi asked me to reflect with you, my mother really ordered a delicious set meal for me outside, and when I wanted to eat with Wenxi, I found out that he had been bringing his own food。 Zhang Fang babbled a lot, and looked up at Zhang's father's face from time to time.

"And then?" Zhang's father put down the newspaper and took a sip of tea, remembering his son's strange behavior of overeating some time ago, and finally found the reason.

"Then I was very angry, I was so hungry that I wanted to cry several times, Wen Xi obviously brought food but didn't give me a little, he didn't treat me as a friend, and I still regarded him as the best brother in vain!" Zhang Fang flattened his mouth, he was really angry and aggrieved at that time.

"He's not that kind of person. Father Zhang carefully recalled Wenxi's various performances at the beginning of school, and he was completely obedient and sensible as someone else's child, not as his son said.

"Then we ate together on the rooftop, and I put out 3 dishes and 1 soup to shame him, but he only brought one dish and one soup. No, no, no, fried rice is not a vegetable, Dad, Wenxi's fried rice is made of scraps at first glance, and the soup is also the simplest seaweed egg soup. I tasted it, the fried rice was so hard that it killed people, and after chewing it for a long time, it was still piece by piece, but the seaweed egg soup was delicious. ”

"The rice they eat is not very good. "Dad Zhang immediately found the reason, Zhang Fang once said that Wenxi's mother is a chef, so she shouldn't make such a bad fried rice, it can only be because of the inferior ingredients, and it must taste good when you eat it hot.

"Well, at that time, I felt that I was a villain's heart and a gentleman's belly, and I gave him yam pork rib soup, and my mother said that yam nourishes people. Zhang Fang picked at his fingernails and cautiously peeked at Zhang's father. With my father's temper, he might roll the newspaper into a stick and make a dish himself.

"Shame on you. Zhang's father unceremoniously criticized his son, but for the sake of Zhang Fang's initiative to surrender, the beating was waived.

"Then the dishes brought by Wenxi today are very good, the kung pao chicken is very appetizing when it looks at it, and the cold dishes are also the most delicious I have ever tasted, although they are only made of radish. Dad, did I do something wrong?" Zhang Fang was very frustrated, he didn't think that Wen Xi was comparing, but that Wen Xi was embarrassed to eat his soup yesterday.

"After this month, you also bring food from home, and you will bring whatever your aunt does. Zhang's father was silent for about ten minutes before he spoke, his son's meals were originally specially ordered from the restaurant, so let's bring some home-cooked food like Wenxi from now on. Well, bring some more fruit, double.