Foodie girl doesn't dream of a fully insured semi-trailer????

This is a selection from Hua Xin's collected writings.

This was not the first time going out, and Hua Xin no longer seemed so afraid.

Desensitization training can perfectly solve people's stamina and inferiority complex issues, all it takes is a Holy Grail...

Uh??... It's going-out training (correction).

The girl's gaze was no longer filled with avoidance and fear, but with a hint of curiosity. The various shops and signs on the street, as well as the passing pedestrians and traffic, made her feel very interested.

She hadn't taken a good look last time she came out to "complete her homework," she was too busy running away and gossiping.

(KFC! I want to eat, want to eat, want to eat, want to eat. Fried chicken?? Crispy and fragrant, hamburgers?? Soft??...)

(Mixue Bingcheng! I want to drink lemonade again??, sour and sweet, you know??...)

(Men's, men's wardrobes. So fancy, the clothes inside must be expensive??.)

(Gold... I want to shoplift for free??.)

(If I steal a schoolbag, I won't have to worry for the rest of my life, hehe??...)

(But what should I do if I get hit by bullets??.)

Hua Xin gently tugged at Xia Yan's clothes. Although her body was sitting on the motorcycle, her soul had long been captivated by these colorful things.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle.

The occasional aroma in the air made her stomach rumble again.

Having only eaten two packs of biscuits and a can of milk for breakfast, she couldn't resist the aroma of meat at all. As for lunch... she planned to sleep until midnight and eat a late-night snack directly.

Unfortunately, as soon as she pulled up the covers, she received a message from this detestable guy in front of her.

Today was Monday... she didn't even have to go to class...

Attending more wouldn't give her extra points (feeling wronged).

If Xia Yan hadn't said he was already at the main entrance and would treat her to a meal, she wouldn't have come to help him (acting tsundere).

Until she figured out the true purpose of this sunny, popular guy's game with her friends, she would never trust Xia Yan.

Never!

"Have you eaten lunch yet?"

While waiting for the traffic light, Xia Yan turned his head and shouted.

The surrounding traffic sounds made it a bit noisy.

This sudden question startled Hua Xin, who was drooling while looking at the jewelry store.

"Eat... haven't eaten!"

Free lunch is not to be wasted! Why should she be polite to him!

Thinking this, Hua Xin couldn't help but swallow.

"Okay! What do you want to eat?"

Xia Yan glanced at a shop called "Boss Lady's Bento Box" on the side of the street and continued, "How about a bento box?"

"Okay??, bento box, hehe, braised pork, ribs, Guo Bao Rou, stir-fried meat, stewed meat, steamed meat, fried meat..." Hua Xin rubbed her little stomach tightly, as if she had already eaten all these delicacies.

"Huh? What did you say, Lao Hua?"

As if the girl's voice was too soft, Xia Yan asked again, not hearing clearly.

(Lao... Lao Hua???)

(When did I get this close to you? Why are you calling me that!????)

(Call me Lord Hua!!????)

Her small face under the mask instantly became displeased, but thinking of the free lunch, she just pouted.

If she shouted any louder, her voice modulation would fail, so Hua Xin moved forward, leaning against Xia Yan. Unaccustomed to it, she placed one hand on Xia Yan's waist to avoid falling off the motorcycle, intending to speak closer.

So hard. (Referring to abs.)

The girl subconsciously squeezed, then retracted her hand with a blushing face as if shocked.

(Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong... He, he, he, he has abs too!)

(Wait, what did I just touch?)

(I heard that people with abs have small penises.) The girl had a cold expression.

"Hmm?"

Xia Yan felt the girl's movement with some confusion, but didn't think much of it, just treating it as her prank.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards. So in Hua Xin's heart, he was already a friend she could joke around with? It seemed progress was fast. This way, the plan to make friends with Xiang Guan and Mu Feng wasn't too premature either??.

Seeing the red light turn green, Xia Yan twisted the handlebars and started the motorcycle.

????????

The sudden acceleration caused the girl, who had half her butt off the motorcycle seat, to lose her balance. Before she could say anything, she instinctively hugged Xia Yan tightly for safety.

Hua Xin's entire soft body was pressed tightly against Xia Yan.

Her hands were clasped firmly around his abs.

A fully loaded semi-trailer truck roared past beside them, and the girl, drenched in sweat, stared at the heavy cargo on the back of the truck and the rumbling sound of its bouncing tires...

She almost became "Lily"...

"Lunchbox... okay."

"No problem!"

After saying this with a slight tremble in Xia Yan's ear, Hua Xin released her grip and continued to hold onto his clothes.

(It's too scary out here, I want to go home...)

(If I get hit like this, wouldn't I be going straight to the wedding hall?...)

The girl lowered her head in fear, no longer daring to look left or right, and sat obediently.

Hua Xin: Save me, save me.

After a short while, the motorcycle stopped.

Xia Yan dismounted and removed his helmet in one smooth motion.

Seeing Hua Xin still trembling inside her helmet, he found it somewhat amusing and patted her shoulder.

Hua Xin's slender shoulders felt like bone through her clothes, even though Xia Yan hadn't used much force.

So thin... He withdrew his hand.

"Let's see what you want to eat?"

"We'll pack it up and eat it at school."

Upon hearing about food, Hua Xin instantly lifted her head, still wearing the large helmet. Her previous silence vanished, and she excitedly grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and walked over to Xia Yan.

(Eat eat eat eat...)

The beautiful eyes hidden beneath the helmet seemed to sparkle.

"Boss, how much are the lunchboxes?"

"Fifteen for two meat and two vegetable dishes, twenty for four meat and one vegetable dish."

"Get two of the twenty yuan ones."

"To go or to eat here?"

"Please pack them to go."

"Sure thing."

Xia Yan handed over the forty yuan.

The boss's wife, with a crisp Northeastern accent, pointed to a row of dishes with her spoon, asking Xia Yan which ones he wanted.

Although Hua Xin was wearing a helmet, Xia Yan looked at the girl and, as if by telepathy, saw through her inner thoughts.

"Guo Bao Rou."

As Xia Yan finished speaking, the boss's wife scooped a large spoonful of golden, crispy Guo Bao Rou into the box. At the same time, the girl shifted her gaze.

"Braised Pork Belly."

The girl shifted her gaze.

"Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs."

The girl shifted her gaze.

"Spicy Shredded Pork."

The girl shifted her gaze.

"Stir-fried Bean Sprouts."

Hua Xin placed her hands on her stomach contentedly, as if she had already eaten her fill just by hearing Xia Yan list the dishes.

"What about the other portion?" The boss's wife filled a box with rice, placing it alongside the dishes.

"Make it the same as this one."

A few minutes later, Xia Yan walked out of the restaurant, carrying the two packed meals.

Behind him, Hua Xin followed, as if her soul had been captivated by the aroma from inside. Her pupils had transformed into the shape of Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, and saliva couldn't stop secreting from her mouth.

(It smells so good...)

(How can it smell better than my own Thirteen Spices Chicken Bone Stir-fried Rice with Winter Melon Skin? What kind of deliciousness is this?...)