At eleven o'clock at noon, Shi Qinghuan put down the pen in her hand, and then she moved her wrist and said to Wang Jiajia: "I'm going to go home from work, do you want to go home at noon today to catch up on sleep?" ”

"Yes, I didn't bring lunch because I went out early today, so even if I don't go home today to catch up on sleep, I still have to go home for lunch."

"Then you quickly pack your things, and then we will go back to the family home together."

Wang Jiajia said hello after hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, and then she quickly packed up her things.

After she packed up her things, she went home from work with Shi Qinghuan.

After more than ten minutes, Shi Qinghuan returned to the family home, and just happened to meet Wang Ailan, who was returning home from work, she asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, are you still comfortable with work?" ”

"Adapt, I'm in charge of packing soap, so the work is quite easy."

"That's good, what about Brother Anzi? Why didn't he come back with you? ”

"I didn't work with him in the same place, so I didn't come back with him."

"Okay, then you can go home and eat, I'm going home to cook too."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan returned home, first adding a few coals to the stove before going into the kitchen to make lunch.

Since she is back to eating alone today, she subconsciously makes a big pot when cooking, and she doesn't know if this habit is good or bad.

So she put all the boiled noodles into the space, and took the noodles back to the living room to eat.

After more than ten minutes, she finished eating the noodles, and then she thought about bringing food, and she didn't know what meals Wang Jiajia and the others brought to the office to eat.

It seems that she has to ask her Wang Jiajia in the afternoon, otherwise if she brings too good food tomorrow, it is estimated that it will make people red.

Although she is not afraid of people's eyes, she still hopes to reduce the trouble if she can reduce it, because she hates trouble the most.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Qinghuan entered the office, and when she saw that Wang Jiajia had not yet come, she took out a pen and books that needed to be translated to work.

It wasn't until Wang Jiajia came that she stopped the pen in her hand and looked at Wang Jiajia, and saw that Wang Jiajia's mental state was much better than in the morning, and it seemed that Wang Jiajia had a good nap at noon.

So she asked Wang Jiajia, "What do you bring to the office to eat at noon?" ”

"Staple foods such as tortillas, as for the dishes except fried vegetables, they are pickles, basically everyone eats like this, what? Are you planning to bring food to the office for lunch? ”

Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Wang Jiajia's words, and then said: "I do have this idea, because I am quite lonely to eat at home alone, and the number of translated books has increased recently, so I don't want to waste time running back and forth, and I want to save my time for translating books." ”

"Then you can bring food to the office at noon, so we can have lunch together."

Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Wang Jiajia's words, and then said, "I'll bring food to the office at noon tomorrow." ”

"Okay, tomorrow I'll bring you my mother's handful of cold radish shreds, and I'm sure you want to eat it a second time after eating it."

"Okay, then I'll bring you my best dishes tomorrow to make sure you don't have enough to eat."

"Really?"

"It's true, naturally, I never say big things."

After Wang Jiajia heard Shi Qinghuan's words, she decided in her heart that she would bring more food tomorrow, otherwise she would definitely regret it if she didn't have enough food to eat.

(End of chapter)