As usual, after school, as usual, the social office.

Bai Ya sat comfortably in the warm table, reaching out to take the oranges on the table.

He sat face to face with the minister, and each of them took an orange from the basket on the warm table and began to peel it.

"Sure enough, in winter, I have to sit at the warm table and eat oranges."

The minister said as he peeled the orange.

"The minister only experienced what it means to warm up a table for the first time last year."

Angel's house has a stove, but no table. The minister must have experienced the table warmer for the first time after the table warmer came to the social office last year.

"You're stupid, it's already the New Year, so that's the year before last."

"Even so, the minister's history of warming the table is less than two years. I've been warming my table for 15 years. ”

"I didn't ask you, and I didn't ask you to show off, who told you to talk so much."

"Huanhuan has an under-table type warm table, which is so narrow here that it's hard to drill."

Huanhuan poked his head out of the warm table and said. She shook her head, wiping away the moisture from her sweaty hair. Lurking in the table warmer, it's sure to be hot. And then again, table warmers aren't meant to be used for people to lurk, right?

Because Huanhuan was waiting with his mouth open, Bai Ya put the last orange in Huanhuan's mouth - and then took the second orange.

"That's right, Minister."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't you like such trivial things?"

"I really don't like it."

Bai Ya asked, and the minister answered. What the hell were they talking about—that is, Bai Ya had eaten an orange, but the minister hadn't even eaten a petal of oranges.

After peeling the skin, the minister continued to tear the white fibers from the orange.

Trace by thread, by the minister, all the thread-like fibers that adhered to it were carefully removed. Then she held the whole orange high and pointed it at the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling - after carefully looking at it from all angles -

"Okay."

Only then did he finally put a clove of orange in his mouth.

"Sure enough, the table warmer is to be paired with oranges, it's so delicious."

Bai Ya considers himself a pacifist, but at this time he has a different opinion.

"I think oranges need to be eaten bigger to be delicious."

The minister began to pluck the fibers from the flesh of the orange again with a degree of persistence that did not let go of even one of them.

"You can eat that."

Although Bai Ya said this, the minister remained silent.

"Hey, Minister."

Bai Ya took a clove of orange and handed it to the minister, close to her mouth. But the minister even turned his head away, causing the orange to hit her in the cheek.

In this way, Bai Ya poked her cheek with an orange.

"Hey, Ah Zi, Bai Lan is bullying me. I seem to be being bullied, what should I do in this situation? ”

"The growth of the little white orchid has been really remarkable recently, and it is so reliable."

"Bailan, it's so fragrant."

Sister Ziyin, who was sitting at the computer desk and began to equip the "Chinese-style cotton robe", followed by Sister Su Qi, who pulled up the quilt to cover her neck in the corner of the warm table-that's what Bai Ya said.

"The minister doesn't eat oranges."

"I'm eating."

"I'll just say it's edible, this thread-like thing—it's edible."

"The part of the orange is called the vascular bundle, which is the tissue that transfers water and nutrients to the fruit, and because it is fibrous, it should be good for the body."

"Look, Senior Sister Ziyin said the same thing."

"Really?"

The minister nodded. I thought that she would give up the work of peeling off the fibers "one by one" and eat oranges in a normal way, but she didn't expect that she would push all the "silk" she collected in front of Bai Ya.

"Come on, give it to you. It's good for the body, and it's edible, isn't it? ”

"My sister doesn't like to eat this kind of thing, and she doesn't even dare to eat Prince Ming's skin."

Xiaoting walked over with a tray, and there were several servings of black tea on the tray. It's quite difficult to get a black tea that goes well with oranges - judging by the aroma, it should be Candi tea from Ceylon.

"When you eat Prince Ming, do you have to tear off the skin like this?"

Bai Ya imagined that the minister would peel off Prince Ming's small fish eggs one by one, and then peel off the skin one by one, the picture was really terrifying.

"Hmph, because you're bullying me, so I'm not telling you."

"Hey, Minister, it's definitely delicious."

Bai Ya said as she held the orange and kept poking the minister's face.

Term 3 is coming to an end.

The members of the CP department spent the few remaining moments at a leisurely pace.

Mao: Oranges are sweet and sour, why?

Bai Ya: It's true that it's delicious and like a mine.

Ting: Strange? Is that so? I've only ever eaten sweet.

Ziyin: Xiaoting's luck is so good that it is beyond ordinary people, and I can feel that the probability values around her are completely distorted.