Another meal

An Ning walked past Secretary Song and headed towards the machinery factory without anyone leading her.

Secretary Song behind him glanced at his watch.

So early? Have you finished eating?

Shouldn't you be embarrassed?

Secretary Song caught up with An Ning and said, "Comrade An Ning, what did you have for breakfast?"

"Seafood porridge, meat buns, a box of dumplings, and a side dish."

An Ning's pace is steady, but his mouth has begun to secrete saliva. It's really delicious.

She told the truth, but Secretary Song next to her confirmed her guess.

Who could eat these things all morning? None of the state-owned restaurants were open.

Even if there are small vendors, they won't be selling seafood porridge and dumplings.

"It's very rich. Do you want some more?"

"You want to support me to death? Are you and Jiang Dongcheng in the same group?"

Two questions caused Secretary Song to encounter the biggest crisis in his career.

"No, no, no. Where did you get this conclusion? I don't have it. I don't have it."

Secretary Song's repeated denials made An Ning, who was joking, start to look at him suspiciously.

"Why are you nervous?"

The look in An Ning's eyes made Secretary Song feel even more stressed and she kept shaking her head.

"I'm not, I'm not nervous, not at all."

The suspicion in An Ning's eyes grew more and more, so much so that Secretary Song had the urge to commit suicide to express her innocence.

"According to the analysis of my younger brother's Chinese textbook, double affirmation is equal to negation. For example, if you say yes, it means yes, but if you say yes, it means no."

"In the same way, if one sentence doesn't work, it means you're not good. If two sentences don't work, it means you're nervous. If three sentences don't work, it means you're angry."

An Ning took a step forward, stared at Secretary Song and asked, "Secretary Song, which one are you?"

Secretary Song held it in for a long time and his face turned a little red.

"Please lend me your book to study if you have time."

After speaking, Secretary Song finally regained his composure as the first secretary.

"Comrade An Ning, I was afraid that you would be embarrassed to have breakfast, so I asked a few more questions."

Secretary Song changed his speaking strategy and focused on honesty, which was totally opposite to his speaking in roundabout ways as a secretary.

An Ning frowned and asked incomprehensively: "Why should I be embarrassed to eat breakfast? Eat when you are hungry and drink when you are thirsty. This is the basic instinct of human beings."

"Secretary Song, time is tight and the task is heavy. I will take the first step."

An Ning left Secretary Song with a cool figure and quickly disappeared on this street.

Secretary Song took three minutes to react and finally caught up.

"It needs to be more straightforward."

He has met many people, and he has also seen straightforward people, but this is really the first time for him to be as straightforward as An Ning.

Secretary Song trotted after him.

An Ning in front has already arrived at the gate of the machinery factory. The seven technicians from yesterday were each holding a big bun in their hands and were nibbling on it.

"Yeah, yeah, here it comes."

"Eat quickly!"

Seven people, wearing uniform clothes, were eating big buns more anxiously than the other in the early morning sunshine at the door of the machinery factory.

People who came to work one after another stopped and watched for a while, wondering if there was going to be a bun-eating competition today.

There were even a few people participating at the door with their steamed buns in hand.

But as soon as he took two bites of the buns, the seven people in front of him ran away, and all the buns went into their mouths.

A girl with delicate and well-behaved appearance, whose temperament did not match her appearance, walked out of the morning light.

"Good morning, I also had steamed buns for breakfast."

“Tastes good.”

One breakfast made An Ning talk a lot.

She walked in front, and seven people lined up on both sides, all moving in unison, and took out a small notebook and a pen from her pocket.

The question and answer begins.

It had already started before An Ning entered the machinery factory.

There were people eating steamed buns following the wind at the door. Before they finished eating the steamed buns, they were startled by the man at the door.

"The guy eating the buns is going to be late. Can you come in?"

"Enter!"

The bun eaters entered the factory last and went to work in a daze.

On the other side, An Ning, with seven designs, stood in the yard of the machinery factory, talking to each other with questions and answers.

When Secretary Song came over unexpectedly, it was a cold winter, but he was sweating all over, and the clothes on his back were already wet.

How on earth did she do it? How could she walk so fast!

Secretary Song adjusted her breathing and took several people to the room prepared for them.

The eight An Ning people, from the moment they walked to entering the room, the discussion did not stop.

Secretary Song's breathing gradually stabilized, and he looked at the door for a while. Although he didn't understand what he heard, it gave people a sense of unknown severity.

Secretary Song closed the door and went out, prepared water and tea for several people, and stopped disturbing them.

At noon, Secretary Song came over and asked a few people to go have dinner, but no one wanted to move.

Finally, Secretary Song delivered the food, and several people finished eating in the room.

An Ning doesn't mind where to eat at all, as long as she's full.

She didn't eat much at lunch, partly because she ate too much in the morning, and partly because her taste buds needed to relax.

But from Secretary Song's point of view, An Ning is embarrassed to eat?

From noon to evening, An Ning kept talking and drank at least a thermos of water.

After it got dark, the day's question and answer session finally came to an end.

An Ning walked out of the room, her stomach twitching, she was hungry.

"Who is Comrade An Ning?"

In the tranquility of the dark night, I looked up for the sound and found an old man under a street lamp.

Isn't this the old man at the door?

"I am tranquility."

An Ning walked towards the old man, and the old man handed over the bag in his hand.

"Your brother brought this to you. I don't know how long it will take you, I'm afraid you'll be hungry."

Familiar bags, familiar equipment, and even more familiar taste.

"thank you."

"Hehe, no, no thanks, just take it."

The old man turned around and left.

An Ning was carrying a bag of food, and she really wanted to sit on the ground and start eating.

However, you still have to wait.

An Ning turned around and looked at the seven people at the door and Secretary Song who was waiting.

"I'm not going to eat. See you tomorrow."

An Ning ran away after saying that. Even if Secretary Song called her from behind, she wouldn't care.

Secretary Song in the back was thinking about the several hard dishes he had arranged for the evening, but the host and guest left.

He felt that An Ning must be his nemesis in his career, otherwise it would be so unsatisfactory!

An Ning didn't care what Secretary Song did. She ran very fast and returned to the guest house yesterday.

He ran upstairs, washed his hands, and closed the door in one go.

When she sat down, her heart was filled with anticipation.

This time, it was four lunch boxes.

The same configuration, glass water bottle, hot water bag.

The four lunch boxes were opened, and the aroma, which was different from that in the morning, instantly conquered An Ning's taste buds.

"Jiang Xia is pretty good as an older brother."
Chapter completed!