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Everyone calls you Master Ban, and we're all used to it. I don't even know your full name.
Ban Guoqiang.
Just hearing that name reveals your age, Yan Qing joked.
His uncle is also Guoqiang, and he's almost fifty now. He looks about the same age as Master Ban. This name reflects the hopes and dreams of the older generation quite well.
What about Dr. Wang? What’s your name? Yan Qing turned to the person on the other side, who was slowly savoring his fish.
Dr. Wang isn’t very good at eating fish; he hasn’t even picked out the bones. While chatting with Master Ban, Yan Qing casually glanced at him and noticed he had been poked by fish bones several times.
Me? Wang Xiaowei, Dr. Wang said, spitting out a fish bone onto his hand.
Wang Xiaowei.
Not Wang Zhiqiang!
Yan Qing chuckled lightly, finding Dr. Wang's name quite nice and simple.
Maybe my parents are both farmers; they have a low level of education and couldn't think of any fancy names, Dr. Wang said as he lowered his head to tidy up his bowl and chopsticks.
Parents just give names, Yan Qing replied.
Dr. Wang nodded in agreement with this statement.
Yan Qing stood up to push the cart away.
Dr. Wang stopped him with a polite smile and asked, Do you have any cigarettes?
Yan Qing didn’t smoke; he wanted to protect his voice.
Hearing this, Master Ban took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed him one, which Dr. Wang thanked him for politely.
An aunt helped him serve a bowl of rice, but Yan Qing declined it. Tan Ming was sitting on the steps at Fountain Square, and he came over to sit down beside him.
He had heard their conversation just now.
Aren't you eating?
The effect of the Satiation Pill hasn’t worn off yet; I’m not hungry, Yan Qing replied.
Tan Ming fell silent for a moment and didn’t continue the conversation; he quickly finished his meal, returned the bowl and utensils to the cart, and asked, Are you going to the restroom?
Yan Qing stood up and said, Let’s go together.
They both went to the nearest dormitory building to use the restroom. On their way back, Tan Ming picked up a clean mineral water bottle and found a ginkgo nut by the roadside, which he placed inside the bottle. Yan Qing watched anxiously, fearing that he might touch the ginkgo nut.
Tan Ming was very cautious. After putting the ginkgo nut into the bottle, he tightened the cap and shook it a few times. The juice from the ginkgo nut splattered onto the bottle. He then unscrewed the cap, poured out the contents, and casually draped his jacket over his arm to cover the water bottle.
On their way back, no one noticed that he had an extra item in his hand. Yan Qing was puzzled about what Tan Ming was up to. It wasn't until he saw Tan Ming filling the bottle with water that he realized what he intended to do. Tan Ming also took a few more bottles of water to share with those who were eating spicy fish, helping to alleviate their burning faces.
Everyone took the water in their hands. In the end, only the bottle with ginkgo nut juice remained. Tan Ming walked over to Dr. Wang. Dr. Wang couldn't handle spicy food; his face was already flushed, and there was still a large portion of fish left in his bowl.
Seeing Dr. Wang struggling with the spice, Tan Ming helped him by unscrewing the cap and handing him the bottle. Dr. Wang casually poured some water into his bowl. Yan Qing noticed Dr. Wang taking the water and tilted his head back, preparing to drink.
He rushed over, wanting to stop him, but Tan Ming grabbed his left wrist and shook his head. Yan Qing's heart raced inexplicably, feeling a surge of anxiety. But as he watched Dr. Wang about to drink from the water, Yan Qing couldn't shake off his concern.
He called out, "Wait!"
Dr. Wang looked at him in confusion. Tan Ming frowned slightly.
Yan Qing adjusted the shoulder strap of his backpack, unzipped it, and took out a bottle of calcium for him.
Milk helps to alleviate the spiciness.
"Thank you," Dr. Wang said as he accepted it and placed the bottle on the ground.
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