"Thank you teacher." Qin Nianran quickly ordered a braised pork fried rice with a happy response.
Looking at the shiny porcelain bowl, Qin Luo's gaze fell on Qin Nianran's face, and then couldn't help but ask, "Don't you feel tired?"
greasy?
The chopsticks in Qin Nianran's hand paused, and his beautiful eyes stared at Qin Luo scorchingly, "Of course I will get tired."
"Then you still eat?"
"Because I have a trick to get rid of greasy!"
While talking, Qin Nianran took out a bottle of red oil chili sauce from his bag. The chili sauce was printed with the head of an amiable old man.
Old godmother!
Seeing this scene before him, Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly.
He never dreamed that Qin Nianran would actually pull out such a weapon of mass destruction.
"Haha, do girls still eat less spicy food, they are prone to acne if they eat too much." Qin Luoyu said earnestly.
"Understood!" Qin Nianran nodded obediently, and then writhed in his bag.
The next moment, another bottle appeared in front of Qin Luo's eyes.
This time it’s not "Lao Ganma" but "Pailin Mustard"
Qin Luo:...
MMP!
There is a feeling of being stuck in the throat by a fishbone.
After the battle was quickly resolved, Qin Luo left the canteen. At this moment, Qin Luo's mind was full of Lao Ganma and Peilin mustard, and Qin Nianran's shadow.
Tasty?
How about buying a bottle?
Think about it, Qin Luo walked towards the supermarket.
"Ms. Qin..."
"Professor Qin..."
"Luo Shen is free, can you sign me?" As he spoke, he took out a thick notebook...
"..."
Along the way, many students recognized him and greeted Qin Luo one after another.
As a low-key student, Qin Luo always smiled at the enthusiasm of his classmates. Although it was a little hard work, Qin Luo did it again.
Under the warm reception of the students, Qin Luo came to the campus supermarket.
"Luo Shen, what do you want to buy? Tell me directly..."
The owner of the supermarket is a middle-aged man about 367 years old. He greeted Qin Luo as soon as he arrived.
Did I say I want to buy Lao Gan Ma?
Thinking about it, Qin Luo still shook his head.
"Ahem, just stroll around."
"Then walk around slowly, and call me whenever you need to." The boss responded, but his eyes still stared at Qin Luo.
Uh……
I don't know why, being stared so hot by the boss, Qin Luo has a flustered illusion.
Under everyone's scorching eyes and the camera's gaze, Qin Luo slowly walked towards the condiment area.
"Shocked, the scholar in the famous world is actually a family trouble."
"Go to the hall, go to the kitchen, the new standard for good men in the 21st world?"
"..."
The classmates of the journalism department, witty words, one after another eye-catching headline came into being...
"Brother Meng, today the anchor will lead everyone into Xueba's inner world..."
"Boss, this live broadcast room will start a big bargain today, a plane, send a signature of Luoshen."
"..."
WTF?
One signature for one plane?
Hearing the exclamation from his ear, Qin Luo's legs trembled and almost fell to the ground.
Just now, it was the man who started the live broadcast, holding a thick notebook to find his signature.
And signing one is not enough, he has to sign a lot.
Qin Luo originally thought that his seven aunts and eight aunts were all his fans, but Qin Luo never expected that he would exchange his signature for the "airplane"!