"Rong Xingyu! Where did you go? I couldn’t find you anywhere!" Qian Zhijun ran up from ahead and when he saw Rong Xingyu, he excitedly rushed forward.
"Rong Xingyu..."
Qian Zhijun had always been friendly enough to call him Rong Xingyu and Rong Xingyu didn’t feel awkward about it.
But... he couldn’t help recalling the man’s last words, he spoken with a faint smile, as if whispered close to his ear: "I’m happy to serve little classmate yu."
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Qian Zhijun exclaimed, "Rong Xingyu, why is your face so red?! Are you sick?"
Rong Xingyu quickly waved his hands. "...N-No! Maybe it’s just because I ran over too fast and got hot."
Fortunately, Qian Zhijun didn’t think too much of it. He grabbed Rong Xingyu’s hand. "Come on, come on, let’s eat! I’m starving!"
Qibao Dwith School was wealthy and proud. The cafeteria employed specially hired sta rated chefs.
Qian Zhijun carried his carefully selected dishes and sat opposite Rong Xingyu, only to see Rong Xingyu open the lunchbox he had brought.
The lunchbox had clearly been carefully prepared. It’s contain a golden-brown omelet, tender green vegetables, neatly arranged shrimp, and fried rice.
Qian Zhijun: ...suddenly, his Michelin level meal didn’t seem appealing anymore.
Seeing Qian Zhijun drooling slightly, Rong Xingyu generously gave him half of the tomato fried rice, a golden omelet, and a few garlic shrimp.
Qian Zhijun pushed his own plate forward and shared his lunch with Rong Xingyu as well.
By the end of the meal, Qian Zhijun wished he could just pick up Rong Xingyu’s lunchbox and lick it clean.
"Wow, Rong Xingyu! Where did your aunt get this? This lunch is too delicious! I’ll have my sister get one too!"
Rong Xingyu rested his chin on his hand and smiled. "I made it myself."
Qian Zhijun suddenly remembered the messy troubles in Rong Xingyu’s family. He scratched his head, looking a little dejected.
"Sorry, Rong Xingyu, I..."
"Do you want to eat together again? I can make two portions next time."
"Yes! Yes!"
The earlier gloom vanished immediately. Qian Zhijun ’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Rong Xingyu.
First it was his looks, now it was his cooking skills. Qian Zhijun felt his deskmate was truly a hidden treasure!
"Did you learn to cook properly, or...?"
Rong Xingyu nodded and the two of them walked toward the dishwashing area together.
In his previous life, he had dropped out of school early and worked in a kitchen for several years, he also like to getting up early and working late as an assistant.
Because Rong Xingyu was young, obedient, and willing to endure hard work, the chefs liked him and taught him many dishes without holding back.
If not for that unfortunate car accident, he might have worked his way up in the kitchen, Rong Xingyu thought with a small smile.
He drew his thoughts back, while Qian Zhijun continued chattering happily like a little bird.
But there were always some inconsiderate people ready to ruin someone else’s good mood—
"Well, look who’s here! Isn’t this Rong Xingyu, the young master of Qibao Dwith School?"