"But why does it have to be called cucumber?"
The day before the press conference, while having lunch in the canteen, with panda eyes, Yan Jian suddenly asked, "And why call it beans and beans?"
"Huh?"
Ji Jue, holding a bowl of rice, looked up blankly: "Aren't beans tasty? Peanuts are nice too."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, took a bite of the smashed cucumber from his plate, chewed, nodded: "Hmm, today's cucumber is also not bad."
Yan Jian had a moment where he wanted to say something, but felt that whatever he'd say would be pointless.
The way they named products depended on what cold dish was served in the canteen on the day of production... He could never catch up with such an eccentric thought process in his life.
"Don't you think this is too casual!"
Yan Jian sighed: "What's the next one's name? Tomato? Potato? Or Banana?"
"Anything goes, we definitely can't call them Cow1, Horse2, Horse3, right?"
