Ling Xiaoxiao always thought that Yue Pingjun was a very familiar person. His familiarity was different from the one who was so thick-skinned. He simply felt that there should be no barriers in communication between people and that he could quickly establish relationships, such as now.

As soon as he entered the door, Yue Pingjun stomped in the sand opposite Ling Xiaoxiao, picked up the tea she had just poured, poured it into his mouth, and then said, "Xiaoxiao, Brother Han actually gave you a membership card and can also hang his account. It's true that I don't treat you well. You are too unfair. Why don't you call us this kind of good thing that doesn't help you."

Ling Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Brother, are we not familiar with each other, we can count the number of contacts we have, why do I call you?"

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't want to pay attention to him and just brewed tea on her own. However, the amount she brewed was completely unsuitable for these people to drink, especially Yue Pingjun. After brewing a few, the taste of the tea had diluted. Ling Xiaoxiao followed the way Nie's father used to make it and directly brewed a large pot of chrysanthemum tea for them.

"Xiaoxiao, what dishes did you order? I tell you, when you come here, you must order the delicious food of Fulu and Fugui," Yue Pingjun finished drinking tea, put down the tea cup and began to care about food. He said, and stood up: "Forget it, I'll call the waiter to ask what you ordered and see if there is anything you need to add."

After saying that, he walked out on his own. Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to stop his hand from hanging in the air. Kid, do you want to treat yourself as your master like this? She was powerless to complain, so she could only watch him walk out the door and then silently retracted her arm.

"Don't worry about him. Pingjun and Brother Han are relatives. He knows how to behave and there will be no problem." As if he knows what Ling Xiaoxiao is thinking, Jiang Zizhuo, who is beside him, explained to her kindly.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded weakly. She couldn't even control her. Just like that, she didn't want to come here often anyway.

After a while, Yue Pingjun came in with a happy look on his face: "Xiaoxiao. Let me tell you, I just added a few hard dishes here to ensure you have a happy meal. It is rare to kill Brother Han once. You have to eat enough."

Brother Zhen walked over and patted him on his shoulder: "I tell you, you cheated on food and drink under the banner of our Yaya. If it is not delicious, I can't spare you."

"Don't worry, I'll come here often. I will definitely satisfy your food," Yue Pingjun smiled at Brother Zhen and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao again: "Yaya? This is your nickname? It's more cute than Xiaoxiao."

Ling Xiaoxiao's face was covered with dark lines, feeling that she was powerless more times this day than in the past two months. What does it have to do with her nickname?

Jiang Zizhuo, who was standing beside him, put down his teacup and asked in a serious tone: "Is this your nickname? Your parents have called you that since they were young?"

Ling Xiaoxiao will definitely answer the question of the male god, although she really wants to avoid it: "It's a nickname, it's considered that she has been called since she was a child, what's wrong?"

Jiang Zizhuo stared at her face for a while before shook his head at her. He didn't say anything, but his eyes looked at Ling Xiaoxiao with obvious changes.

Ling Xiaoxiao's cheeks were slightly hot when he saw her. No matter who was stared at by such a young and beautiful boy, she would be embarrassed. Besides, she was still the one who was impure...

I don’t know if it was because it was still early or because of Yue Pingjun and Xu Mohan, the dishes came quickly. Brother Zhen, who had worked hard to take a nap, sat down quickly when he smelled the fragrance, without anyone asking him to pick up the chopsticks and start moving.

Ling Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed by Jiang Zizhuo's gaze. She quickly sat down and tried hard to hide her strangeness. When Yue Pingjun saw that he had specially told him to serve all the dishes he had to serve first, he was very happy and got up and told the waiter to serve the juice.

The Fulu Shuang in Yue Pingjun's mouth was a seafood meal. Each person had a cup of deep-sea shrimps longer than their fingers were used as the main ingredients, and they were made with various dried shellfish and sea food. The soup was rich, and after a sip, the stomach was warm and warm.

In the six provinces like them, it is not easy to transport seafood, not to mention that it is fresh and fresh. The finished product price of such a soup will not be low, and it is sold in such a high-end place. Ling Xiaoxiao was drinking it while thinking whether Xu Mohan was a bit cruel...

Brother Zhen was satisfied with this meal. He leaned against the back of the chair with red face and his hands kept rubbing his stomach: "It's so full. I don't have to eat tomorrow's lunch. Just relying on this big meal, I can also answer my Chinese language tomorrow morning."

Yue Pingjun burped loudly beside her: "It's delicious, let me tell you, there are several dishes here today that can only be eaten with Xiaoxiao's face. There are also breakfast here, all of which are standard Cantonese breakfasts, various small buns, crab roe bread, rice noodles, shrimp dumplings, etc., which are all delicious. It's a pity that we have to go to morning self-study, otherwise we can come to have breakfast."

Ling Xiaoxiao responded to all the words of Yue Pingjun today in a way that she ignored them. She didn't know that she had contacted her before, but today she realized that she was very disconnected. She considered herself a normal person, and it was not easy to think about the same frequency band with such disconnected people.

After looking at her watch, it was already 7:30. At this time, she returned to her dormitory and could still look at the physics knowledge points after washing up. She now has no confidence in her science comprehensive science. Not to mention the first time she came into contact with such a comprehensive test paper, she just thought about her physics. Alas, she would cry if she talked too much.

"It's getting late, let's go back early." Ling Xiaoxiao stood up and prepared to get things and leave.

"It's still early, don't hurry to leave." Yue Pingjun sat there lazily, and he didn't want to move at all just after he had just eaten.

The other people had no intention of leaving, and Ling Xiaoxiao looked a little anxious: "It's the exam tomorrow. You can take a look at the knowledge points when you go back early."

"Xiaoxiao, our Chinese teacher will take your weekly compositions to the class to read them. Your Chinese language should be very good, what else is there to read?" Yue Pingjun really didn't understand what she was worried about.

"What? Read my composition in your class?" Ling Xiaoxiao heard this news for the first time, and she was a little stupid. She turned to look at Jiang Zizhuo, and the other party nodded gently to her.

Although the composition is written for people to read, why did no one tell her about this kind of thing when I was read in public in other classes? Is she very embarrassed? Many times, the articles express the author's thoughts and feelings. If she reads aloud in other classes every week, she will feel like she is being taken off and naked, without any slack.
Chapter completed!