When Yan Cianming returned with the oil-paper wrapped food, I hid the doubts in my heart.

I deliberately ate less, and there were some leftovers from the meal, and I volunteered to clean it up.

The food was heavy on oil and salt, and I sipped tea while buttoning the bamboo basket on their heads again.

The next morning, before dawn, I hurriedly got up with my clothes on.

Really.

Last night's meal and the leftover red oil belly shreds still taste normal, tender and delicious, and there is no sign of spoilage.

When Yan Jianming woke up, he saw me crouching at the table and sipping on leftovers.

He leaned against the door and said with a smile: "Why are you so hungry, and it's not hot." ”

But I yelled at him solemnly

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