You know, when you and your classmates are both foodies, then going to school is a great blessing.

In the morning of the Steamed Bun War, I was wearing a scarf, holding a steamed bun in my hand, and the hot white breath coming out of my mouth. I thought of my deskmate looking at me with a pitiful expression yesterday and smacking my lips as I ate a bucket of steamed buns.

I was stunned because my head was hot, so I trotted across the overpass to buy steamed buns for her when class was only 2 minutes away.

When I stepped into the classroom door with the bell ringing, the whole class exclaimed that "it's better to be on time than to be early or late". My deskmate was rubbing his hands together and exhaling.

I proudly took out the steamed buns and dangled them in front of her eyes to show how much I cared about her. Unexpectedly, she actually took out two old-faced steamed buns from the drawer in a gorgeous way. This woman was immediately petrified, such a tacit understanding!

In the history class, the two standard "science girls" seemed to be paying attention to the class, and their deskmates nodded from time to time: "Yeah." "Bringing Marxism to China." "Very beneficial."...Yu Guang had already said

Glancing at the table, he quickly picked out a small piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. They looked at each other and smiled to see who had picked out more. Then he picked out another piece and smiled at each other again.

God knows how surprised the people in the back seat looked at how this pair of foodies, a pair made in heaven, managed to eat two steamed buns in one class without being discovered by the teacher.

There's more to it than that.

My deskmate loves to eat sweets and all kinds of sweets. One day, my deskmate was "crying" over the gorgeous points on the paper that had just been handed out, dripping with my deskmate's hard work. I was stunned.

Somehow he stuffed a "white rabbit" into her hand with excitement on his face.

My deskmate looked at the candy in his hand with great dejection, slowly tore open the bag, and slowly put it into his mouth. Everything was so "slowly".

"It's delicious!" My deskmate's eyes suddenly lit up, tears still hanging on his face.

"Aren't you sad anymore?" Isn't the change too quick?

"Yes, I'm sad." After saying that, he continued to lower his head and "cry".

"What a foodie." The person in the back seat was speechless.