Wang Zhiyu shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you can watch it when you want." ”

He was willing to lend books to Bai Mingcheng because he knew Bai Mingcheng's character through previous contact, so he did not limit his borrowing time.

Bai Mingcheng smiled gratefully, and decided in his heart that he must read the book carefully, not to miss such a good opportunity, and to leave a good impression on Wang Zhiyu so that he can borrow the book next time.

After taking the book, Bai Mingcheng flipped through it casually, saw the dense annotations and notes inside, and sighed in his heart, Wang Zhiyu was really good, and then put it down, he planned to take a good look at it when he went home.

Soon it was noon, and the teacher would leave class for a while, so that the students who were tired or hungry from studying would have time to rest or eat.

Some people live in the town, and their families or family members will bring food to their children; Some people live near the school and can go home directly to eat something and rest; Others have no one to deliver food and can't go home, so they bring their own money and buy something to eat in the neighborhood.

Bai Mingcheng is the third case.

Although the Bai family is poor, he still tries to give Bai Mingcheng as much as possible, and he also has food money at noon, not much, and only a penny a day.

What can you buy for a penny? I can only buy two multigrain steamed buns, or a vegetarian stuffed bun, which is not much, but it is enough to eat.

Watching Wang Zhiyu take a pack of snacks from a young woman, a trace of envy crossed Bai Mingcheng's eyes.

It's good to have money, you can eat good.

But I came back to my senses immediately, took a big bite of steamed buns, and I was able to read and eat, which was already very good.

comforted himself like this, but he was a little unwilling in his heart.

"Ahem, cough, cough-" Who knew that the steamed bun was too big, and he choked, and Bai Mingcheng was so uncomfortable that he coughed again and again.

I wanted to drink water, but when I opened my bamboo cup, I found that there was no water in it, and I was a little desperate, and I planned to go out and spit out the steamed buns in my mouth.

At this time, a hand stretched out next to him, holding a glass of water in his hand, Bai Mingcheng didn't have time to see who it was, so he hurriedly took the water cup and took a big sip of water.

A mouthful of water swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, and after slowing down, Bai Mingcheng felt that he had come back to life.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Wang Zhiyu, and I immediately smiled gratefully: "Ziming, thank you very much." ”

Wang Zhiyu smiled, "Be careful when you eat in the future, don't be too anxious." ”

Bai Mingcheng nodded again and again.

"Would you like some?" He asked, holding up the pastry in his hand.

Looking at the delicate and sweet pastry, Bai Mingcheng hesitated for a while, but nodded obediently and took a piece, "Thank you." ”

I don't know what the name of the pastry is, but it is made of rice flour or something, and it has a sweet red bean paste inside, and the cake is made in the shape of a five-petal plum blossom, which looks very delicate.

When you bite into a petal, the aroma of rice noodles and the sweet aroma of red bean paste pours into your nose, and the fluffy pastry melts in your mouth.

Bai Mingcheng finished eating in three or two bites, but he felt that it was too little.

He looked at the remaining pastries in Wang Zhiyu's hand with unfinished eyes, and then forced himself to look away.

Who knows, but the other party found out, "How is it?" Delicious, right? The pastries made by Aunt Wang are a must. ”

Wang Zhiyu seemed to be aroused by the conversation, took another piece and handed it to Bai Mingcheng, and after seeing Bai Mingcheng take it, he continued:

"Aunt Wang has been working at our house for several years, and the meals are very delicious, not only to my appetite, but also to my grandfather's appetite, I have no appetite in the summer and don't want to eat, my grandfather asked her to make pastries for me to eat, every time the pastries are particularly delicious, Aunt Wang can make cakes for half a month without repeating the same......"

Bai Mingcheng listened quietly, he had never seen Wang Zhiyu talk like this before, and he only felt that his understanding of him had deepened.

Bai Mingcheng is not the only poor student in the school, there is another family that is a little more difficult than Bai Mingcheng, that person is named Fang An.

Although they are both poor students, Bai Mingcheng and Fang An don't have much contact, firstly, the two did not know each other before, and the seats are not close to each other, and secondly, Fang An is relatively quiet, he likes to interact alone and does not talk to other people.

After school, Bai Mingcheng saw Fang An going out in a hurry, and he must have been curious for a while, so he followed.