Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 335 Adaptation

Looking at Zhigui's reaction, Song Yi was more curious than the answer.

You have to know that Zhigui is a guy who talks a lot and speaks without thinking. To have his current performance, how much water must be added to his "lunch"?

"I'm hungry. Since there is 'food', where should I eat?" Song Yi asked directly.

Zhigui took another step back after hearing this, touched the tip of his nose with a wry smile, raised his hand and pointed to the other side, where the queue was, and said, "Where is it?"

After getting the answer, Song Yi took two steps towards that direction, then suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Zhigui again, and asked again: "Aren't you going?"

Zhigui raised his hands and placed them beside his head, in a gesture of surrender, and replied: "Later, later, you eat first, I'll eat later."

Seeing their posture, Song Yi became more alert. Although he walked over obediently, he was always worried that the food was not right. It was not that he was afraid that the food was poisonous, but he was mainly worried that the two of them were cooking for their own benefit.

But it didn't have much of an impact. When he was hungry, he could eat anything and didn't care about the quality of the food. After all, there were so many people queuing up and everyone was eating the same food, so how bad could it be?

Song Yi thought so and put it into action, joining the queue.

Although there were a lot of people, it was obvious that the chef was professional and once he started serving the food, things moved very quickly. He waited in line for a few minutes and successfully got his lunch.

Just as Xiaozhi said, lunch was much better, especially compared with steamed buns. In addition to rice as the staple food, there were three dishes and a soup, two of which were meat dishes. No matter how you look at it, it would not make Zhigui back off.

Song Yi didn't understand what was going on, but he still carried the plate and followed everyone forward, then everyone went in different directions. In the empty square, he found an empty corner, imitated everyone else, put the bowl on the curb, squatted on the spot, and started eating.

To be honest, until this moment, Song Yi still naively thought that perhaps apart from the variety of ingredients, the only difference compared to An Xiaochun's canteen was the number of dishes.

Just by smelling it, he felt it would be delicious, and thought that even if there were some errors, it wouldn't be too bad. It wasn't until he took the first bite that he realized the problem. The expression on his face solidified, but gradually approached the Zhigui in his memory.

It seems awkward but polite.

Song Yi ate two more bites and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He had to put down his chopsticks, turned around, picked up the bowl, and gulped down two mouthfuls of soup to relieve the pain.

After he finished drinking, the salty taste that stimulated his taste buds subsided a little, and he finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings. The situation was the same for most other people. After taking a few bites of food, they would stop to drink the soup.

It's not because it tastes good, but because I have no choice. The dish is so oily and salty that if I want to eat it, I have to eat it with rice. But the rice is cooked hard, and if I eat a few more bites, my throat will become dry and I need some liquid to moisten it.

The soup looked even more pitiful, with oil floating on top and a hint of tomato, but no trace of red in it. Only a creamy yellow color remained, which was probably the beaten egg.

Song Yi thought at this time: Oh my god, there is indeed a problem. The places where water should be added are too salty. There are actually many places where it is not necessary to add so much water!

Seeing this, he became more certain of his previous guess. He finished the meal in his hand in a few bites, then drank the soup to finish it all. After finishing everything, Song Yi stood up and looked around, trying to find Zhigui.

But before that, he was discovered by Xiaozhi. The boy jumped to his side, leaned over to observe Song Yi's expression, and asked:

"What's wrong with you? Are you hungry? Do you need my help?"

Still enthusiastic and cheerful, Song Yi's mood was adjusted instantly. He looked down at the other party, and saw that the other party was holding the same tableware in his hand, which was also empty, obviously eaten clean.

Seeing this, Song Yi said frankly: "I'm full, but it's a bit salty. The chef is quite creative."

To this day, his low emotional intelligence continues, but it has changed. After he finished speaking, Xiaozhi smiled for a few seconds before responding.

"Because of this, it's normal. After all, everyone needs to work, which requires physical strength, and needs to eat some salt and oil. You are Yan Changyue's stardust, so you are not used to eating this kind of thing suddenly, right?"

Xiaozhi spoke briskly with a smile in his tone. There was no trace of malice in his voice, but instead, it revealed a hint of teasing, like a friend.

Therefore, Song Yi accepted it well and did not feel offended. He followed the other party's words and answered honestly, "Indeed, it is." After he finished speaking, he got Xiaozhi's laughter again.

The sound was so contagious that he started laughing too, although for unknown reasons.

While laughing, Xiaozhi turned over his pocket again, pulled out a plastic bag, and handed it to Song Yi along with the things inside.

"It's food for you, don't be polite. Habits are not easy to change, and there's no rush. Just take your time." Xiaozhi said.

Song Yi looked at the other person and asked, "Is this a steamed bun?"

Although it was covered, it was not very thick. He had eaten it before and had seen Xiaozhi take it out, so he naturally did not feel unfamiliar, but was a little confused.

Xiaozhi quickly answered, his tone still brisk, and simply said: "In a while, you will also have to work, it will be more tiring and more dangerous. You can't go hungry, come and eat some more steamed buns!"

Passionate, warm, dedicated...

Song Yi paused for two seconds, thinking of Sui Yuesheng, he was somewhat dazed, but he still pushed it back firmly and said:

"Don't worry, I have room and food in it."

As he spoke, he took out the bread, pinched the plastic bag, and handed it to Xiaozhi. Their hands were suspended in the air, grabbing their food and passing it to each other.

The sunlight fell on it, imprinting its shadow on the ground, which soon disappeared because Xiaozhi took it back first and put the steamed bun back into his pocket without taking his bread.

"You still have food, that's great, don't share it with me, keep it and eat it slowly, then you can adapt more slowly, and you don't have to push yourself too much out of anxiety."

Xiaozhi said this without any negative energy, and was completely happy for him, which made Song Yi feel happy.

He threw the bread back into the space, then took out a bag of candy. Without any more politeness, he bent down and approached Xiaozhi, stuffed the candy into the pocket on the other side, and then stood up straight.

"Okay, I'll keep the bread, but I have something else that's just right for you," said Song Yi.

At the same time, Xiaozhi turned his waist and looked sideways at his pocket. When he took out the candy from it, his eyes were shining, and he looked very childish.

"Thank you, you are such a good person. It's just like what the boss said, you are a hero who can save people from suffering..."

"Okay! Stop! Don't talk anymore!" Song Yi spoke, interrupting Xiaozhi to prevent the boy from shouting a few more words and attracting everyone around him.

He took the initiative, refused to be polite, and sent Xiaozhi away directly to get some free time.

Afterwards, Song Yi returned the tableware. He was out of work for the time being, and he hadn't found Zhigui. He had nothing to do for a while, and he didn't know where to go. He suddenly remembered that he was reading comics not long ago.

The plot stopped at Yan Changyue, and it didn't seem to be going on in the present tense. At least there was still the part about Sui Yuesheng. The more he thought about it, the more interested he became. He opened the comic again, ready to continue following it.