"Please look at the sixth paragraph of the textbook ..." Li, the Chinese teacher, kept on explaining the text, and several students answered irrelevant questions from time to time. This is the last class in the morning, and the classroom is filled with a kind of uncontrollable excitement that is deliberately hidden. The students are under the illusion that they are listening carefully. In fact, everyone's thoughts have already flown to those pots of vegetables outside the window. Everyone is guessing today's lunch time and thinking about what to talk about for dinner, so the more they think about it, the more fascinated they become. So the excited flame in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. "Nothing can be hidden", and one by one "true colors" are revealed. Suddenly, the students' buttocks kept shaking like nails, and their eyes began to look around. The whole person was completely relaxed, and they were anxiously waiting for that string of ringing bells.

Ding! By this time, Miss Li had finished her class. After hearing this voice, several students stood up impulsively, completely forgetting the teacher's rules. They didn't react until Miss Li slapped the table heavily. In order, today is the first group to eat. As soon as Miss Li walked out of the classroom, the classroom immediately boiled. Several gluttons don't forget to be ready to rush at any time when chatting with their classmates. The students sitting by the window have reached the limit of their curiosity about lunch. Move the chair aside, stand on tiptoe, hold the windowsill tightly with both hands, lean your head sideways, carefully lean your head out of the window, and quietly lower your head to see what you ate today.

Finally, it was my turn, and I couldn't wait to stride to the door to line up. I was a little impatient with chopsticks and the bowl row in my hand, so I tapped the inside of the bowl with chopsticks, hoping that the students in front would hurry up after hearing the sound. Every student is like this. Over time, they all understand the mystery of knocking at the door. "I like tomatoes best. Give it to me again, "cried the fat man in front of me. I want it without it. He shouted. The students who lined up at the back expressed their dissatisfaction. "I am satisfied, you have filled a bowl and can't hold it." The classmate who cooked food also seemed helpless, but when he saw his persistent appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse. Then he dug a spoonful of tomatoes, and he left the team contentedly. I am still humming this tune in my mouth, which is very satisfying.

After cooking, I immediately returned to my seat. I really don't want to stay on the road for another second. Because at this time, my stomach has been singing "Empty City Plan" loudly inside to protest. I quickly stuffed the food into my mouth and chewed it. I think I tasted not only delicious food, but also the collective taste of doing the same things and eating the same food with everyone. This kind of taste is very rare, because only at lunch time in this school can you taste that special taste.

Lunch time is so beautiful, when eating, I will look up from time to time to see how others are eating, and I can't help laughing. At this time, no one will mind. In the thick collective atmosphere, we savored the fun of lunch time to the fullest.