They were fundamentally two different things.
They were both Fried Rice Noodles, so why did they taste so different?
Zhong Shuyi silently closed her lunchbox, then joined the campaign against Chen Haojie.
If Lu Xiyao's lunch hadn't been knocked over, and since she was close with Lu Xiyao, she could have mooched a few bites.
But now, there was nothing to eat!
"Yao Yao."
Lu Qin called out to the little one.
Lu Xiyao was still feeling heartbroken when she suddenly heard an incredibly familiar voice.
She hurriedly looked up and saw Lu Qin.
"Papa~!!!"
The little one was delighted at first, then suddenly felt aggrieved again and threw herself into Lu Qin's arms.
Lu Qin picked her up, patted her back, then pulled out a tissue and wiped her runny nose.
Lu Qin already knew what had happened. Her lunchbox had been knocked over, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been too nervous.
"You're not a three-year-old anymore. Are you really going to cry just because you knocked over your lunchbox?"
Lu Qin gently scraped the little one's nose.
With Lu Qin here, the gloom in the little one's heart immediately vanished, replaced by happiness.
She wrapped her arms around Lu Qin's neck and refused to come down.
Having Papa was the best!
The other children looked at Lu Qin with admiration.
A few who were close to Lu Xiyao politely called out, "Hello, Uncle."
Lu Xiyao's dad had come so quickly!
Had he come to bring Lu Xiyao lunch?
I want a dad this wonderful too!
Watching Lu Xiyao being held by Lu Qin, the other children looked at her enviously.
"Everyone, your food is on the tables. Eating it cold will give you a stomachache, so hurry up and eat your own food."
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