Chapter 17 (1/2)

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.”