An Ning walked past Secretary Song's side, and without anyone leading the way, he went towards the machinery factory by himself.

Secretary Song, who was in the back, glanced at his watch.

So early? Finished eating?

Isn't that embarrassing?

Secretary Song caught up with An Ning in a few steps and said, "Comrade An Ning, what did you eat in the morning?" ”

"Seafood porridge, meat buns, a box of dumplings, and a side dish."

An Ning's pace is steady, but saliva has begun to secrete in her mouth, which is really delicious.

She told the truth, but Secretary Song next to her confirmed her guess.

Who can eat these things in the morning? The state-run hotels are not open.

Even if there are small vendors, they don't sell seafood porridge and dumplings.

"It's very rich, do you want to eat more?"

"You want to kill me? Are you in the same league as Koto City? ”

Two problems caused Secretary Song to encounter the biggest crisis in his career.

"No, no, no. That's where I got the conclusion, I don't have I don't. ”

Secretary Song's repeated denials made An Ning, who was originally joking, begin to look at him suspiciously.

"What are you nervous about?"

The peaceful eyes made Secretary Song feel pressured and shook his head vigorously.

"I didn't, I'm not nervous, not nervous at all."

The suspicions in An Ning's eyes became more and more, so much so that Secretary Song had the urge to commit suicide to thank him for his innocence.

"According to the analysis of my younger brother's Chinese textbook, double affirmation equals negation, for example, if you say yes, it is true, but if you say yes, it means no."

"In the same way, one sentence does not mean that it is not good, two sentences that do not mean that you are nervous, and three sentences that do not mean that you are annoyed and angry."

An Ning stepped forward, stared at Secretary Song and asked, "Secretary Song, which one are you?" ”

Secretary Song held back for a long time, and his face was a little red.

"You have time to borrow this book from me."

After speaking, Secretary Song finally regained the stability of his first secretary.

"Comrade An Ning, I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed to have breakfast, so I asked a few more questions."

Secretary Song changed his speaking strategy and focused on honesty, which was the opposite of him being a secretary and speaking in a roundabout way.

An Ning's eyebrows furrowed, and he asked incomprehensibly, "Why should I be embarrassed to eat breakfast?" Eating when hungry and drinking water when thirsty is a basic human instinct. ”

"Secretary Song, time is tight, the task is heavy, I'll go first."

An Ning left Secretary Song with a dashing back, and soon disappeared into the street.

Secretary Song reacted for three minutes, and finally chased after him.

"It has to be more straightforward."

He has seen many people, and he has seen straightforward people, but it is really the first time that An Ning is so straightforward.

Secretary Song trotted along.

The tranquility in front has arrived at the gate of the machinery factory, and yesterday's seven technicians, one of whom was holding a big bun in his hand, was gnawing on it.

"Uh-huh, here it is."

"Eat!"

Seven people, dressed in uniform clothes, in the early morning sun, at the door of the machinery factory, one by one was more anxious than the other to gnaw on big buns.

People who came to work one after another stopped to watch for a while, whether there was going to be a steamed bun eating competition today.

There were even a few people, holding buns in their hands, who participated at the door.

But as soon as the buns took two bites, the seven people in front of them ran away, and all the buns were raced into their mouths.

A girl with a delicate and well-behaved appearance, whose temperament and appearance do not match, came from the morning light.

"Good morning, I also ate steamed buns in the morning."

"It tastes good."

A breakfast, let An Ning eat more.

She walked ahead, seven people lined up on either side, moving in unison, and took out a small notebook and a pen from her pocket.

The Q&A began.

Before Anning entered the machine factory, it had already begun.

The person who followed the wind at the door to eat the buns, the buns had not finished eating, and they were startled by the uncle at the door.

"The one who eats the buns, you're going to be late, can't you get in?"

"Enter!"

The people who ate steamed buns entered the factory at the end and went to work in a daze.

On the other side, An Ning, with seven designs, stood in the courtyard of the machinery factory, talking one question and one answer.

When Secretary Song came over angrily, it was a cold winter, but he ran out of sweat, and the clothes on his back were already wet.

How the hell did she do it, how could she go so fast!

Secretary Song adjusted his breathing and took a few people to the room prepared for them.

An Ning was eight people, and from walking to entering the room, the discussion did not stop.

Secretary Song gradually stabilized his breathing, and watched at the door for a while, although he didn't understand very well, but it gave people a sense of uncertainty.

Secretary Song closed the door and went out, prepared water and tea for a few people, and stopped bothering.

At noon, Secretary Song came over to call a few people to eat, but no one was willing to move.

In the end, Secretary Song brought the meal over, and several people finished eating it in the house.

An Ning doesn't mind where to eat at all, just eat to your heart's content.

It's just a noon meal, and she doesn't eat much, one is because she eats too much in the morning, and the other is that her taste buds need to be slowed down.

However, in Secretary Song's opinion, An Ning is embarrassed to eat?

From noon to evening, An Ning had been talking, and the water had been drunk at least a warm kettle.

After the day was dark, the day of Q&A finally ended.

An Ning came out of the room, her stomach twitching, she was hungry.

"Which Comrade An Ning is?"

Tranquility in the dark night, looking up for sounds, found an old man under a street lamp.

Isn't this the old man at the door?

"I am Anning."

An Ning walked towards the old man, who handed over the bag in his hand.

"Your brother sent it to you, I don't know how long it will take you, I'm afraid you'll be hungry."

Familiar bags, familiar equipment, more familiar tastes.

"Thank you."

"Hehe, no, no thanks, take it."

The old man turned around and left.

An Ning was carrying a bag of food, and she really wanted to sit on the ground and start eating.

Still, you have to wait.

An Ning turned around and looked at the seven people at the door, as well as Secretary Song who was waiting.

"I'm not going to eat, I'll see you tomorrow."

After An Ning finished speaking, she ran away, even if Secretary Song in the back called her, she didn't care.

Secretary Song in the back thought about several hard dishes he had arranged in the evening, but the host and guest left.

He felt that An Ning must be the nemesis of his career, otherwise why would it be so unpleasant!

An Ning didn't care what Secretary Song did, she ran all the way fast and returned to yesterday's guest house.

Running upstairs, washing hands, closing the door in one go.

When she sat down, her heart was full of anticipation.

This time, it's four lunch boxes.

Same configuration, carafe, warm water bag.

Four lunch boxes were opened, and the aroma was different from that of the morning, which instantly conquered the taste buds of Anning.

"It's good for Jiang Xia to be an elder brother."

(End of chapter)