Chapter 17

From Zhou Lanping's divorce, from her wrong daughter, from the poor class she taught, including the meals Zhou Lanping eats every day, she didn't say anything good.

Zhou Lanping was embarrassed. Even the green vegetable bean house was fine, but she didn't even bring her lunch box. If people knew that she was going to be hungry, it would make people laugh.

"Teacher Zhou, did you really bring something good today?"

Mr. Wang just felt strange. Usually, when Zhou Lanping was ridiculed, she smiled and didn't take it to heart. She still took out her green vegetable tofu and heated it on the stove. What's the matter today? Mr. Chen said so many words, but she didn't say a word and didn't move. Is it hard to bring something good?

If you bring a lot of things, take them out. It's also a good slap on Mr. Chen's face. They are all teachers. They wear like a fox spirit every day. It looks very eye-catching.

"I didn't..."

Zhou Lanping's anxious head was in a cold sweat. Before she finished, Miss Wang took out her bag and put her hand in to get the lunch box. It was too late for Zhou Lanping to stop until Miss Wang took out an aluminum lunch box from Zhou Lanping's bag.

Zhou Lanping saw the lunch box, but it was covered. She clearly remembered that she didn't take the lunch box. She didn't remember what rice was in the lunch box. Naturally, she wouldn't take the lunch box

But now what Mr. Wang is holding in her hand is her lunch box. There are some recesses in the upper corner of the lunch box. No matter what his belongings are, he can't admit his mistake.

"It's so heavy!"

Mr. Wang knew that Mr. Zhou had hidden good things. The lunch box was heavy. It seemed that there was some temperature on it.

She couldn't wait to open the lunch box. She immediately felt that her eyes were bright. There was a strong smell of rice, white rice, sour and sweet. She didn't know the taste of any dish.

"Come on, let me show you. This is tofu and cabbage."

Mr. Wang proudly put the lunch box in his hand on the table as if it were his own, not to mention how proud he was.

A pile of teachers gathered around. Even Mr. Chen, whose eyes were higher than the top and who also looked at people with his nose, couldn't help aiming at the table.

Then they all screamed at the same time.

Not that they are worthless, but that they have never seen such a neat lunch box.

The lunch box is full of white rice. The rice grains are one by one, not soft or hard. You can also see the unique luster of rice grains. At the other end of the rice, there are vegetables, corn and green beans, fried green vegetables, shredded potatoes, several sweet and sour ribs above the vegetables, and white eggs divided into two halves.

It's so beautiful and delicious when put together.

"Teacher Zhou, how did you get it?"

A teacher exclaimed several times. How happy would she be if she could eat such a beautiful meal every day?

Zhou Lanping was also stunned for a long time. She didn't. She didn't even prepare a lunch box today. How do you know how to get it out.

And this lunch box is

By the way, it's Liu Liang, made by her family. Shredded potatoes and pickled vegetables are the dishes they eat in the morning. The ribs are from yesterday. The food prepared for her by her family is prepared by her daughter.

Suddenly, she felt her heart warm, her heart was also proud, and even her chest could stand up.

"This is made by Liang Liang in my family."

"Liu Liang?"

Miss Wang exclaimed directly. What's Liu Liang's temperament? Can she not know? It's more difficult for Liu Liang to cook than for a dog to learn a cat's bark. How can a child raised by a rich man enter the kitchen and cook a meal that can be so... En, beautiful.

"She cooks delicious."

Zhou Lanping carried the boxed lunch with warm hands and warm hearts. The child finally accepted her as a mother.

"Can't you put gold on your face?"

Mr. Chen snorted again from his nose. He absolutely didn't believe that it would be Zhou Lanping's daughter. Obviously, there was no miss's life, but he could still dream of a big miss. He was driven back and regarded himself as a former rich man.

Jokes.

Only a woman like Zhou Lanping regarded her daughter as a treasure. Who knows, what will be raised in the future, a white eyed wolf or a Tuo of cow dung.

Zhou Lanping doesn't want to talk to Mr. Chen. She's not good at quarreling with others. Besides, she knows whether it's gold or not. She's poor and doesn't have so much gold to stick on her face.

"I believe Liangliang did it." Mr. Wang has the best relationship with Mr. Zhou on weekdays and unconditionally supports Mr. Zhou. They have known Mr. Zhou for several years. How can she not know what kind of person Mr. Zhou is? Besides, how poor Mr. Zhou is, no matter the one he raised or the one he gave birth to, It's impossible to ask others to cook something for themselves.

So she said Liu Liang did it, and that's what Liu Liang did.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll help you to have a hot meal."

Miss Wang volunteered to pick up the lunch box and went to the stove. She put the lunch box in the pot on the stove and waited for the meal to be hot, even if it couldn't be eaten, but she felt happy when she smelled it.

It smells good. You can smell it, let alone eat it.

Soon after, she came in with a steaming lunch box and put it in front of Zhou Lanping.

"Miss Zhou, your meal."

Then he put the chopsticks in Zhou Lanping's hand and urged, "eat quickly. If you don't eat it for a while, it will be cold. It's made for you by your beautiful family. You must eat it up."

Zhou Lanping was embarrassed to hold chopsticks and was stared at by teacher Wang. She seemed unable to eat.

"Eat quickly!"

Mr. Wang urged again.

Zhou Lanping lowered his head and looked at the lunch box in front of him. He wanted to eat, but he couldn't eat.

"Miss Wang, I brought a lot of food today. Why don't I give you some?"

As soon as her words fell, Mr. Wang took out his lunch box from behind and pinched it. It was so funny. She was embarrassed in her mouth, but her eyes didn't leave the ribs in Zhou Lanping's lunch box at all.

Zhou Lanping was very generous. He put more than half of the ribs in Mr. Wang's lunch box and some dishes. In other words, two-thirds of the ribs were given to Mr. Wang.

"You don't have much."

Mr. Wang grabbed his hair. Now he's really embarrassed. Even if he has a thick face, he's thin.