Although He Yushan’s voice was soft, Yunyi, with her sharp hearing, caught every word of He Yushan’s mumbling. However, she simply chose to ignore such people. Wei Zijia didn’t want to cause any trouble with Yunyi present, so she suppressed her displeasure and turned to Qiao Wenyu. "It’s getting late. Let’s go to the canteen and eat first." Qiao Wenyu nodded with a smile. "Okay, we’ll listen to our Zijia. We’ll deal with the rest after we eat." That remark made Wei Zijia’s face turn bright red. She glared at Qiao Wenyu, annoyed. Qiao Wenyu, on the other hand, laughed out loud. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net Wei Zijia turned to Yunyi. "Yunyi, you need to bring your lunchbox." Yunyi nodded at her, went into the house to find her lunchbox, and then followed the group toward the canteen. Along the way, Wei Zijia introduced the various areas of Hua’an Farm Reclamation to her. She had intended to tell Yunyi about some important things to note within the Agricultural Reclamation Group, but seeing He Yushan following close behind, she held her tongue, deciding to find another opportunity. Wei Zijia pointed ahead. "Yunyi, that’s the Agricultural Reclamation Group’s canteen. It’s quite large. You’re in luck; they have potato stew with meat today." Yunyi’s interest was piqued. She had heard the men from Songling Village boast that a chef surnamed Lu at Hua’an Farm Reclamation was exceptional at making stews. "What’s the chef’s last name?" Wei Zijia replied without thinking, "Lu." Only after saying it did she realize. "Don’t tell me you’ve also heard that Chef Lu’s stews are one of a kind?" Yunyi laughed. "I did hear a mention of it in the village. I’ll have to try it for myself today." Just as they reached the canteen entrance, they heard someone shout, "Brother Qiao, over here, over here!" Qiao Wenyu hurried over and took a net bag from the person’s hand, which contained five or six lunchboxes. Yunyi quickly understood. These must be the lunchboxes for the men who had helped her earlier. She hadn’t expected them to have arranged this already, and her favorable impression of them grew even stronger. Qiao Wenyu warmly introduced him. "This is Huang Yaohui, a good friend from my dormitory. If you need anything in the future, you can ask him for help too." Then he said to Huang Yaohui, "This is the Chuyunyi I’ve told you about." Huang Yaohui grinned cheekily. "Well, well, she’s really beautiful! No wonder Qiao Wenyu and Zheng Xuewen were always talking about you." Yunyi looked at Qiao Wenyu. Isn’t he just inviting trouble for me? Qiao Wenyu immediately slapped Huang Yaohui. "Can’t you watch your mouth?" After speaking, he glanced at Wei Zijia beside Yunyi. "Luckily, my Zijia is an understanding person and knows the whole situation. Otherwise, your big mouth would have ruined me!" Zheng Xuewen chimed in, "Exactly! Ours is a friendship forged through a life-or-death situation, a life-saving favor! Yet you somehow managed to twist the meaning. You deserved that slap!" Huang Yaohui quickly begged for mercy. "Yes, yes, yes! My bad, it’s this mouth of mine, I don’t know how to talk! Chu Zhiqing, please don’t take offense. Just pretend I passed gas and forget about it." Yunyi could tell he had just had a slip of the tongue and meant no harm. "Hello, I’m Chuyunyi." After some pleasantries, they all entered the canteen together. Someone with sharp eyes spotted them. "Who is walking with Wei Zijia?" "I don’t know, but that girl is gorgeous—prettier than Zhou Peilan! Now there’s going to be some drama." "What are you talking about?" "I’m not just saying things. Zhou Peilan can’t stand seeing anyone prettier than herself." "We haven’t seen this person before. Besides, we haven’t heard about any newcomers joining our Group. Maybe she’s just visiting." "That’s not right. I heard Li Xiaojun from the motor pool say yesterday that he and Qiao Wenyu were going to the city on an errand. The Group headquarters also told them to pick up the new doctor on their way back. Could it be her?" "Get outta here! She looks even younger than we do. What medical skills could she possibly have? It’s definitely not her." "Wei Zijia seems to know her well. We can just ask Wei Zijia later and find out." The canteen served food from large communal pots, so the line moved quickly. When it was Qiao Wenyu’s turn, the man dishing out food, who clearly knew him well, said, "Young Qiao, you’re back?" Qiao Wenyu smiled. "I’m back, Uncle Lu! What brings you here dishing out food today?"