"...." Yan Yan's mouth moved, but he didn't make a sound.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, millet porridge and steamed stuffed buns. I don't eat these three. I can cook the rest now!" Nie TingYang left impatiently.

There were not many dishes in the refrigerator, but there were dried noodles. Yan Yan made shredded meat noodles with mushrooms.

Nie TingYang was watching TV in the living room. She came out and called him, "Mr. Nie, the meal is ready."

So fast? Nie TingYang stood up and went to the restaurant. As soon as he saw it, there was only a bowl of noodles! Although he is not a person who pays special attention to eating, but... He can cope with it!

"Mix me a cold dish, just the cold cucumber in the morning."

"OK."

Nie TingYang had been waiting for the cucumber to be mixed and served before he began to eat noodles. The noodles didn't look very good. They tasted good, and the cucumber was OK.

Yan Yan saw that he had eaten and it was all right to stand by himself. He asked, "Mr. Nie, is there anything else? I'll go back to my room if it's all right."

Nie TingYang glanced at her faintly, "don't you eat?"

"I ate it."

Nie TingYang didn't say anything. Yan Yan left the restaurant.

After eating a large bowl of noodles, Nie TingYang found that he was not full, but he went to the kitchen and saw that there was nothing in the pot, "Yan Yan!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Nie?" Yan Yan quickly ran into the kitchen.

"Where's the meal?"

Yan Yan didn't react for a moment, "what meal?"

"Don't tell me you made a bowl. Did you take the rest to the room again?" Nie TingYang stared at her like a thief when he remembered that she was caught stealing food last night.

Yan Yan's face suddenly turned red and his eyes were filled with stubborn grievances. "I didn't! I want to make a big bowl for you. I'm sorry, I'll do it again."

"No!" Nie TingYang threw his job on the table and turned away.

Yan Yan went back to the room after cleaning up, turned on the small lamp and took out his diary.

Yan Yan's Diary

My mother taught me to save food since I was a child, but now I know that rich people can waste at will. If they don't eat the food to be thrown away, I can't eat it. I'm a thief.

Although those meals are really delicious, I will never be a thief again. It's really bad to be caught.

Two white steamed buns per meal are much better than the soup with cockroaches floating in the prison. I can't be greedy.

Mom, when I get a job, I'll go to see you and buy you a bunch of big carnations.

The next day, Yan Yan got up early to make breakfast, boiled Babao porridge, made two fried eggs and fried a green vegetable.

When preparing the meal, Nie TingYang didn't come back from running. She covered the meal on the table, and then went out. She bought two steamed buns at the convenience store at the door of the community, bought a bag of hot milk for herself for the first time, and then happily went to catch the bus.

Nie TingYang ran home and called a few times. She didn't answer, so she went to the kitchen. Passing by the restaurant, she saw breakfast and notes on the table.

Mr. Nie, breakfast is ready. I'm looking for a job. Put the dishes and chopsticks on the table after you eat. I'll wash them when I come back in the evening. Yan Yan.

Yan Yan's handwriting is very good, but she is not a girl's Juanxiu. Her handwriting is strong, powerful, and very atmospheric. If she just reads, it's hard to believe that it will be written by a weak girl.

Nie TingYang put down the note, opened the vegetable cover, a bowl of porridge, two fried eggs and a fried green vegetable. It looked OK.

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