Training camp is no match for the kitchen in a.

Qin Muzhi was somewhat lost. He pursed his lips: "what about braised pork?"

Without drumsticks, braised meat can also relieve hunger.

Zhou Zihan simply hushed. She thought that there must be a lot of words to express after his hero saved the United States. At least she gave a heroic speech, but she didn't want Qin Muzhi to just eat.

"None of those you want."

Lu Ziheng states the facts to Qin Muzhi without any expression. After he reports the food for the training camp, Qin Muzhi is a little desperate. He thinks that if he can eat a bucket of instant noodles now, it is better than the wild vegetables he has never seen.

"Some are good." Liu Min seized an opportunity to educate Qin Muzhi: "when your father and I were as old as you, occasionally we didn't have dinner."

"Can it be better now than before?" Qin Muzhi rubbed his sore temples, apparently in response to Liu Min's preaching, but his eyes fell on Zhou Zihan who didn't speak, "this is not what it used to be."

……

Although the food in the training camp didn't suit Qin Muzhi's taste, it didn't delay him from dominating Lu Ziheng to help him make two boxes.

At the window, Lu Ziheng saw Jiang Silu again. The man hesitated for a moment and went to the window to yell at the people inside: "Uncle Qin. Excuse me, can I have two more drumsticks? "

Jiang Silu had already heard the conversation in the infirmary. He put a hot lunch box with two drumsticks into Lu Ziheng's arms and said frankly, "I shouldn't have said those words just now. As a lawyer in the political and legal circles in the future, it's really inappropriate to debate a person according to his own subjective point of view. I..."

It's still too young.

Lu Ziheng looks at Jiang Silu with his 25-year-old eyes. He smiles. The friendship between boys begins to grow strong after a fight.

"I accept your lunch box, does not mean to forgive your apology." Lu Ziheng hooked his lips: "you should always remember your mistakes, and also be able to remember them on the way of future growth."

Jiang Silu looked up at Lu Ziheng. He always felt strange when Lu Ziheng talked about the words of these old and unfit people.

"The major in the training camp is a student my father taught before. If you want to eat anything in the future, just mention it." Seeing that Lu Ziheng was about to leave, Jiang Silu immediately yelled for fear that others might not know that he had such a network.

The Jiang family has always been both red and expert, and Lu Ziheng is not surprised.

Before he came, Lu Ziheng saw Shen Qinghuan covering his stomach. Although he didn't say anything, he could see that the little girl didn't eat, so he took out the lunch box with chicken legs.

Qin Muzhi smelled the fragrance of rice from a long distance. After hanging the water, he straightened up on the bed: "Lao Lu. I knew you were right. Do you have chicken legs? "

"What do you think?" Lu Ziheng sent two bowls of food boxes to Qin Muzhi, "eat well! Save sleeping so long, also have no spirit

impossible!

He smelled chicken legs.

Before Qin Muzhi opened the food box, he thought Lu Ziheng would not be so crazy, but when he opened the cover, he saw a bunch of green strips that could not be named, so he gave up waiting.

"Where's xiaoqinghuan?" Only Qin Muzhi and Liu Min are not in the room.

"With Zhou Zihan, my mother drove me back to the dormitory." Qin Mu Zhi grudged the rice and sobbed, "it's said that two little girls stayed with a boy in the evening. The influence is not very good."

Qin Mu feels that his mother is thinking too much. One is a friend's wife, and the other is a girl who has no idea. His legs are weak now. For him, beauty is not as practical as dry food.