Yu Zhilan went to the noodle restaurant to pack lunch that day. The chef and waiter was a new face. He looked a little strange when he saw her. He was stunned for a while and then recommended to her the half-price beef noodles today. She remembered that this noodle restaurant never had discounts, and she was not like before. She liked beef noodles so much, so after listening to the other party's promotion of beef noodles, she decisively chose stir-fried pork noodles. The boy opposite was stunned again. About ten seconds later, he started cooking the noodles. Yu Zhilan stared at the door for a long time. The rain was still falling, and she didn't bring an umbrella. , But didn't want to eat in the store, the chef called out before handing her the packed vermicelli: "Classmate." The voice was not loud, and Yu Zhilan looked at him again. The waiter was good-looking, with fair skin and sharp eyebrows. He looked like the male protagonist of a comic she had read recently. Yu Zhilan was carrying After running back to the dormitory after lunch, she discovered that the chef might be a novice or might not be very bright. The tableware and spoons she put for her were made of ceramics, and the chopsticks were not disposable. From the color and material of the chopsticks, she could vaguely tell that they were the private chopsticks of the owner of the noodle restaurant. A normal person would not give such kitchen utensils when packing. Thinking of the boy's nervous and shy expression at that time, Yu Zhilan thought that she might have met a newbie. What she didn't expect was that a few days later, she would meet him again at a tutoring institution, and this time he would be her tutor.
Concept: Even on a bright summer day, there are places where the sun cannot reach. Even a weak summer fire is a ray of light.