Lu Ziheng thought that Shen Qinghuan ignored him for the first time because he didn't want to eat noodles and was afraid of hurting his enthusiasm, so he chose to express himself in a silent way.

But when Shen Qinghuan saw that he was going out, he asked, "Lu Ziheng. Don't you want to eat with me? "

"Well?" Lu Ziheng suddenly stopped, obviously did not understand the meaning of Shen Qinghuan.

"If you don't eat noodles, they are almost burnt."

Lu Ziming propped his chin with one hand and looked at the young men and women in front of him with great interest.

"You are not..." before Lu Ziheng finished, Lu Ziming immediately interrupted Lu Ziheng. He hoped that Lu Ziheng would succeed in chasing his daughter-in-law. He was sure that he would have no chance in his life. "Xiao Ziheng thought you just ignored him and thought you didn't like noodles, so he decided to go out and buy you breakfast."

Shen Qinghuan looked at Lu Ziheng and thought of the question he had just asked himself in the room.

"Qinghuan. I made breakfast. After that, let's go to school together. "

After she didn't reply, she heard him ask herself.

"Qinghuan. What would you like for breakfast? "

"All are OK."

"I can say anything, including boiled noodles." Shen Qinghuan sits on the bar. She breaks off disposable chopsticks and eats slowly.

Lu Ziheng sat opposite Shen Qinghuan and asked carefully, "if you're not used to eating..."

Lu Ziming gives Lu Ziheng a wink. As a passer-by, he can see how speechless Lu Ziheng is. What does it mean that he is not used to eating? Is there anyone who is not used to eating noodles these days?

Shen Qinghuan raised his puzzled little face from the bowl, and Lu Ziming kindly explained to Lu Ziheng: "Xiaozi Heng said that you may not be used to sitting at the bar for breakfast."

"No Shen Qinghuan shakes her head. In her previous life, she squatted on the main road to eat lunch. The bar still has a place. It's good.

Lu Ziming secretly pinched the sweat for himself. He thought that he was too lazy recently, so that he would sweat for young people.

Shen Qinghuan ate a poached egg at the bottom of the bowl, which was the only egg left in Lu Ziming's family. Seeing that the little girl was very happy, Lu Ziming sighed that young people now would like to offer flowers to Buddha.

After breakfast, Lu Ziheng grabbed Shen Qinghuan's hand, threw a farewell to Lu Ziming, and rushed out of the club.

Oh.

In desperation, Lu Ziming held two empty bowls in his hands.

It seems that as a cousin, he not only has to provide a place for his brother's love road, but also has to serve as a free labor force.

Lu Ziming brushes the dishes in the sink angrily. He really doesn't want to pretend that he is a passer-by. If the third uncle wants to give Lu Ziheng all kinds of tests, don't drag him into the water.

The cell phone in my pocket is buzzing.

Lu Ziming released one hand and wiped it on his apron. Seeing the news of a million yuan, he immediately replied "yes.".

It's too short to take a hand. Anyway, my cousin is stupid to learn. He can't even see his blood relationship.

A middle, senior one language group.

When other teachers saw Liu Min stepping on the bell and just finished swiping the card, they went forward and asked, "Miss Liu. I heard that there was a black horse named Shen Qinghuan in your middle school entrance examination? "

Liu Min pauses. She frowns, suspecting what Shen Qinghuan has done to make other teachers come to complain early in the morning.

"Shen Qinghuan in your class is really good. Life is wonderful when you are young..."

The more she listens, the more awkward she is. She has been teaching for many years. The students in her own class can criticize herself, but they can't tell from others.