Chapter 7 Who Was that Comrade in Uniform Just Now?

"Zhou Zhengan?"

Xia Zhi was a little confused.

Yesterday, he accepted half a steamed bun from someone, so Zhou Zhengan wouldn't come to his house to ask for the money now, right?

Zhou Zhengan definitely didn't look like that.

Did he misunderstand?

He looked around uneasily, and sure enough, Zhou Zhengan's appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The main reason was that Zhou Zhengan was too eye-catching. His uniform obviously separated him from the identities of others.

In everyone's eyes, this was the cutest person in the world.

What's more, Zhou Zhengan had regular facial features, no, if you have to use a word to describe him.

Zhou Zhengan's facial features were not only regular, but also handsome.

His facial features were particularly three-dimensional, especially the steep nose bridge. Just looking at him from the side, it was estimated that many girls would admire him.

Add to that this outfit.

This was the aura of the protagonist.

"Comrade Xia Zhi, I finally found you."

"I just got lunch from the dining car. I brought it to you."

He smiled and handed over the lunch box and teacup.

And he stuffed it into Xia Zhi's hands a little forcefully.

It was the kind of force that could not be refused.

Xia Zhi didn't react at all, and took it in his hand.

There was millet porridge in the lunch box. Although it was not boiling hot, the temperature still shocked Xia Zhi.

He hurriedly put it on the small table in front of him.

Her face was slightly red, mainly because she felt that the eyes of the female educated youth opposite were obviously indignant.

Zhou Zhengan's sudden appearance obviously attracted a lot of red eyes.

"Otherwise, let's go out and talk!"

Xia Zhi hurriedly took the lunch box and teacup and led Zhou Zhengan back to the door where they stood yesterday.

Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief when she could not notice everyone's gaze.

"Comrade Zhou, what are you doing? I already appreciated your kindness yesterday. But how can I ask you to bring me food?"

"Comrade Xia Zhi, don't be embarrassed. You must be in trouble now. Besides, you are going to support the construction of the border. We have the same goal.

I should love you, be friendly, and help you.

Come on, this is the food I made this morning. I'll give you half of it. I've also brought you a teapot. You can divide it yourself!"

Zhou Zhengan deliberately didn't do anything.

Xia Zhi listened to this.

Mainly, she took a look at the teapot. She needed it too much now. If she refused Zhou Zhengan now, it would be like refusing water.

She didn't want to use that dog's bowl.

She gritted her teeth. Anyway, she owed him half a steamed bun yesterday, so it didn't matter if she owed him a little more.

"Comrade Zhou Zhengan, thank you. We will be revolutionary comrades in the future.

When we get to the reclamation area, I will work hard and return these things to you today."

"No, no, it's just a small favor, don't take it to heart."

Zhou Zhengan felt a little reluctant, because he came here with ill intentions.

Although he was willing to help others, there were other purposes mixed in, and the purpose was not pure.

The starting point of helping others was completely untenable.

Xia Zhi thought it through, so she naturally poured half of the millet porridge from the lunch box.

She was a little greedy when she saw the millet porridge, and then took half a steamed bun.

She also put some pickled vegetables on the lid of the teacup.

She didn't take the eggs.

Eggs are nutritious, and only special people like Zhou Zhengan can have such treatment. You can't rush to take advantage of others.

Handed the rest of the lunch box to Zhou Zhengan.

"Comrade Zhou, thank you. These are enough."

Zhou Zhengan glanced at Xia Zhi. She had just touched the steamed buns, pickles, and porridge, but not the eggs.

"You're welcome. I'll bring you lunch at noon. If you feel embarrassed or inconvenient, you can wait for me at this door."

Zhou Zhengan suddenly realized that his sudden appearance just now could easily hurt a girl's self-esteem.

You can tell from Xia Zhi's clothes that her family is not well off, otherwise she wouldn't be hungry on the train.

Zhou Zhengan felt ashamed. He didn't care about the girl's feelings at all, but only cared about himself.

Too selfish.

"Thank you, Zhou Zhengan! Okay, then I won't be polite to you. Anyway, I owe you a meal or a few meals.

I'll wait for you here."

Xia Zhi's cheerful attitude made Zhou Zhengan look a little appreciative.

Xia Zhi waved and left with the teacup.

Zhou Zhengan then looked at the lunch box in his hand and drank a mouthful of millet porridge first.

As soon as a mouthful of millet porridge went into his stomach, he felt comfortable and wanted to sigh.

No wonder people in the cafeteria often said that millet porridge was the most nourishing, fragrant and rich, with a thick layer of rice oil floating on it.

When they often drank millet porridge, he couldn't taste anything at all.

Now he finally knows this feeling.

He took another bite of the steamed bun.

Zhou Zhengan's eyes were red, and it really tasted the same as the steamed bun last night.

A strong wheat aroma.

He took another bite of pickled vegetables.

Everyone keeps shouting that the most unpalatable thing is pickled vegetables.

It's like beating a salt seller to death, and there is no other taste except saltiness.

But now he eats it as if it is a delicious dish.

Finally, he carefully picked up the egg, peeled it and took a bite.

He remembered it clearly just now.

He had been holding the egg in his hand when he handed over the lunch box, but he didn't pass it to him.

When Xia Zhi handed him the lunch box when he took the steamed bun, he put the egg in the lunch box.

This deliberate action caused the current impact.

As he expected, Xia Zhi had never touched the egg.

So the taste of eggs cannot be compared with other things, and eggs still have no taste.

Zhou Zhengan was eating eggs and suddenly laughed.

Laughing and laughing, he leaned on the window and cried again.

People passing by in the corridor pointed at his back, wondering what this person was crazy about.

Zhou Zhengan's tears burst out, and he finally figured it out. It turned out that he could only taste the food that Xia Zhi had touched.

He didn't know what caused it.

But at least his life now has a different taste.

He knows the sweet smell of steamed buns, the salty taste of pickles, and the sticky and soft taste of millet porridge.

He doesn't care who Xia Zhi is or what's special about him. He just needs to know that Xia Zhi is his taste buds.

Xia Zhi returned to his seat with a teacup.

Liu Zhiyan, who was sitting opposite and chewing a black steamed bun in her hand, suddenly pushed her glasses and asked curiously.

"Xia Zhi, who was the comrade in uniform just now?"