"Weidong, where are you going?" The person he wanted to see was gone, and Song Weidong’s good temper was completely exhausted. He shoved the person away with a cold face and a nasty tone: "Get lost! Your smell is sickening me." Wang Lili staggered and almost fell to the ground, watching helplessly as that decisive figure left, and she ran towards Su Xiaoxiao without hesitation. It’s all because of that damn vixen. If it weren’t for her, how could Weidong treat her ? He used to be so gentle with her. No way, she definitely wouldn’t let that bitch go. Su Xiaoxiao was lining up to get food, and suddenly a tall figure appeared beside her. She looked up in surprise and saw a familiar face: "Song Weidong?" She couldn’t help but feel a bit startled inside; how did Song Weidong get here so quickly? Song Weidong met her eyes that seemed to be brimming with autumn waters, and his heart fluttered, his ear tips slowly turning crimson. "Su... Comrade Su, are you getting food?" Isn’t that an obvious question? She couldn’t possibly be holding a lunchbox while waiting in the cafeteria line to use the restroom, could she? "Comrade, how can you cut in line? If you want to get food, hurry to the back." Song Weidong was about to say a few more words when an unhappy male voice came from behind. He turned his head, and his gaze suddenly turned cold: "I’m not getting food, just saying hi to my friend next to me. Do you have a problem?" The man behind was of average height, and facing Song Weidong, who was over six feet tall, he suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable crisis. "No... sorry, I interrupted, please continue." Only then did Song Weidong withdraw his gaze, smiling as he looked at Su Xiaoxiao: "Su Comrade, is your lunchbox heavy? Let me help you with it." Su Xiaoxiao: No matter what, get off of Song Weidong quickly. The crowd behind: This damn love-struck stench. As they were talking, the queue for braised pork reached Su Xiaoxiao. Seeing there were quite a lot of braised pork left in the pot, Su Xiaoxiao respectfully handed over her lunchbox: "Elder sister, can I have more pork and fewer potatoes, please?" The lunch lady blushed at being called that way: "Girl, what are you calling me? I’m already this old; you should be calling me Auntie." Su Xiaoxiao looked surprised: "Why not? You look like you’re just in your early 30s, about the same age as my sister. How can I call you Auntie?" The lunch lady’s face was almost laughing into a full stretch: "Girl, you’re talking nonsense; I’m almost fifty." While talking, she skillfully scooped a big spoonful of braised pork for Su Xiaoxiao, shaking off all the few potato pieces. The people behind were dumbfounded; Aunt Zhang was famous for being stingy, always scooping food like she had Parkinson’s, ending up with only a spoonful of potatoes and a few pathetic pieces of pork. Su Xiaoxiao’s smile became even sweeter: "Thank you, elder sister." Aunt Zhang’s mouth almost reached the back of her ears: "Girl, wait a minute, let me give you another spoonful. Look at you, so skinny like a little chick, you should eat more to replenish yourself. If it’s not enough, come back and ask me." Su Xiaoxiao looked at the overflowing braised pork in her lunchbox, swallowed her saliva, and spoke even sweeter: "Elder sister, you’re really kind and beautiful. When I get my salary, I’ll treat you to some sweets." The people queueing behind watched this scene with an enlightened look, feeling they’ve learned something. As soon as Su Xiaoxiao walked away, the man behind eagerly stepped forward: "Elder sister, I want more meat and fewer potatoes too." Aunt Zhang immediately rolled her eyes at his words: "The meat’s gone, only potatoes left—take them or leave them." The man persisted: "Elder sister, I see there’s still a lot in the pot." Aunt Zhang threw the spoon into the pot: "I’ve tolerated you for long enough. Where did you get the courage to call me elder sister with your old face? You look older than me." While speaking, she directly scooped a spoonful of potatoes into the man’s lunchbox and impatiently urged: "Next!" Su Xiaoxiao happily carried the braised pork and found a place to sit. As soon as she sat down, a young man shyly asked: "Hello, comrade, can I sit here?" He was pointing to the position diagonally across from her. Since the position wasn’t hers, she naturally had no objections. Just as she was about to speak, someone suddenly appeared by her side and unceremoniously sat down across from her: "Sorry, you cannot." The man faced Song Weidong’s intimidating gaze, and within seconds, he obediently gave up the seat. "Sorry, I interrupted." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Su Xiaoxiao just picked up a piece of meat when she met Song Weidong’s unblinking eyes. She looked at the meat between her chopsticks, then at Song Weidong across from her, hesitated for a second, and said with difficulty: "How about sharing?" Song Weidong was about to refuse but, on meeting her bright eyes, gently nodded. He actually came to the department store to find his dad, saying there was a dinner he should attend later on. But when he arrived, he happened to see Su Xiaoxiao and thought of coming to say hi. Yet, seeing her apparent eagerness to eat with him made his heart skip a beat. She must like him, right? Otherwise, why would she give him such tasty braised pork? Meat was a rarity in these times. Even though Song Weidong’s family was well-off, they didn’t eat meat daily. Su Xiaoxiao just thought he looked decent, offered him out of politeness, and didn’t expect Song Weidong actually agreed. She unwillingly handed over some spare chopsticks and watched his slender fingers grasp them to pick the largest piece of meat from her lunchbox. Damn, she wanted to save that piece for last. Seeing her staring at him, Song Weidong’s ears turned red involuntarily. She must like him; otherwise, why keep looking at him intentionally or unintentionally? "Do you want a sip of water? Isn’t just eating meat too greasy?" Upon hearing this, Song Weidong shyly shook his head; how could he use her water cup? Su Xiaoxiao eyed the decreasing amount of braised pork in her lunchbox, feeling heartbroken. Damn it, can’t he just drink more water and eat less meat? Fortunately, after Song Weidong took a few more pieces, someone called out to him from behind: "Weidong, why are you here? The director is looking for you everywhere." Upon hearing this, Song Weidong quickly got up and smiled apologetically at Su Xiaoxiao: "Comrade Su, sorry, I have to leave now." Su Xiaoxiao was glad he was leaving quickly; otherwise, all her braised pork would be gone. After the person who was competing to eat her meat left, Su Xiaoxiao felt great and started eating the meat. However, her good mood didn’t last for two seconds before she heard two annoying voices next to her. "Oh, I was wondering who it was. Just like a starving ghost reincarnated, really embarrassing." Just by hearing the voice, Su Xiaoxiao knew who it was without looking up. No one else but Zhang Dongmei. Wang Lili sat down across from her, looking disgusted: "Su Xiaoxiao, I’m telling you to stay away from Song Weidong. He’s not someone a country bumpkin like you should dream about." As she spoke, she looked disdainfully at the braised pork in Su Xiaoxiao’s lunchbox: "Just a few pieces of meat, you think it’s a good thing? Truly a poor person who’s never seen the world."