The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

Chapter 10

After Lu Rong finished the morning exercises, he went to the cafeteria by himself. He asked Li Nanbian: “I will leave it to you.”

Li Nanbian: “Don’t worry.”

The third class is given by the English teacher. She is a fresh graduate with a master degree. She has a skinny but **** body and a tight-fitting dress. If she is not able to hold her aura, she will become the dream lover of many boys. This playful dream girl was quick-thinking, and as soon as he entered class, he found that Lu Rong was missing. But it didn’t matter that the little boy was late, so she started to go to class.

After talking for ten minutes, Lu Rong still didn’t come in. She put down the textbook: “What happened to Lu Rong today?”

Li Nan raised his hand and said, “He was not feeling well after the exercises. I sent him to the infirmary. The doctor said he would stay for observation. If it is acute gastroenteritis, he will be sent to the hospital.”

The English teacher said, reminding everyone: “You must be careful when you eat.”

There was warmth in the hearts of the students.

“Acute gastroenteritis” Lu Rong is inspecting the food safety work in the school cafeteria at this time. He slammed into the back kitchen, and was quickly stopped: “What’s the matter?! You can’t come in here casually, haven’t you seen it?!”

Behind the school cafeteria window is a deep kitchen, with white walls and small white square floor tiles. It is always wet and greasy. Stepping on it seems to be walking on an asphalt road that has not completely solidified. The kitchen is displayed with a cold iron-colored countertop, and a stove of the same material and color, with huge ventilation ducts passing overhead, presenting a sense of mechanical punk of a large socialist factory.

The chefs who work here are also completely indifferent. They are wearing white chef uniforms, white chef hats, heavy and hard dark aprons hanging on their chests, and walking around busy in black galoshes. Distinguish whether it is a socialist cook or a socialist pig breeder.

Such a place is naturally strictly managed and has many regulations. “No entry for idlers” is the first one to bear the brunt. Lu Rong, wearing a school uniform, breaks into the door that says “Back kitchen powerhouse”, in the entire black and white kitchen world. It was particularly eye-catching, and was ordered to quit immediately by the administrator.

Lu Rong walked up to the administrator unhurriedly: “The director told me to come. I didn’t finish the dinner plate and forgot to pour the leftovers into the bucket. The director punished me to come here to help for a long time. I feel the food is hard to come by.”

Lu Rong is usually a good student who licks the dinner plate clean and then bends over and puts it in the recycling bin, but he has seen Zhu Renliang standing in front of the recycling bin training people more than once. It is not without warning to come to the cafeteria to help.

Sure enough, the administrator made a strange look. This is indeed what Zhu Renliang would do, and he always stuffs problematic students in their kitchen.

He said perfunctorily: “There is nothing for you to help here, you can go back.”

Lu Rong: “I can’t go back, the teacher will scold me.”

The administrator said: “Then you stay here, don’t mess around, and don’t hinder our work.”

Lu Rong: “Okay.”

After the administrator left, Lu Rong immediately shook his head, his eyes patrolling over the chefs. The back kitchen is now preparing the ingredients in an orderly manner, lighting up the fire and cooking, only the people who are cooking at the window come together to chat and laugh. Several people were holding cigarettes in their hands, staring at Lu Rong curiously.

Lu Rong retracted his gaze and focused on the back kitchen. After walking several rooms, his eyes lit up, it was this man!

He went up and asked, “Are you making small fish cakes?”

Head chef: “I have vision, little brother.”

Lu Rong: “What can I do for you?” Seeing the head chef jokingly, “I am sending you a ration.”

The head chef let out a loud voice, “Send it?”

Lu Rong: “Well-are you beating? Break your bones together?”

Head chef: “Yes, the bones of Xiaomei fish are soft, and they are usually steamed with the belt bones. When beating, the head is removed and the whole is thrown in. Do you know a lot, know how to cook?”

Lu Rong: “Well, I can do a little bit.” After a pause, “I want to be a cook in the future.”

Head chef: “What is your ideal.”

Children nowadays have high spirits. They wanted to be scientists when they were young. When they grow up, they all want to get rich overnight. They can’t get in with people who cut their heads, handle spoons, drive tractors, and do auto repairs. Of the Dharma Eye. The chef has worked in Chengnan High School for so many years, and he has a tight temper with these proud people. His ten-year-old son doesn’t like him, let alone these adolescent little bunnies.

He makes small fish cakes here all day long, but the popularity and glory of the small fish cakes has nothing to do with him. It is lonely as snow when I think of it. In the lonely and snowy job, an uninvited guest finally came, or an uninvited guest who wanted to go to work. The chef showed curiosity and was close to him. He also took up the predecessor’s posture and asked roughly: “Why? Want to do it?”

“Interesting.” Without waiting for his instructions, Lu Rong rolled up his sleeves diligently, pinched a short piece on the kneaded dough, and sprinkled the flour on the table, kneading it slowly.

“Make all kinds of raw materials that swim in the water, fly in the sky, and run on the ground, and ferment and brew all kinds of ingredients that grow in the ground and in the sea, and then fry them in proportion. Cooking and cooking are combined into new items to provide energy for human beings. There are many weird things that can be eaten, and the recipe combinations are endless. They are more interesting than chemistry. After all, chemistry cannot be eaten.

Is this interesting? The head chef pondered for a while, and recalled his original intention of doing it. He didn’t think so much, just to learn the craft and make some money.

But listening to him, the head chef spontaneously felt a sense of pride that he learned profoundly and exquisitely, and provided the material basis for the survival of all mankind, and couldn’t help but feel more satisfied with the work in front of him and the disciples around him.

“You can knead the dough!” The chef praised. Just when the fish paste was finished, he poured the fish paste into the basin, grabbed the dough that Lu Rong had kneaded, and took the fish paste into it with a spoon. He quickly pinched the mouth firmly, rubbed it roundly, and slapped it flat on the iron plate placed aside.

“This fish paste is different from the one made at my house.” Lu Rong took a closer look. Although he is also very skilled in his movements, his professionalism and non-professionalism are in a better position than the speed at which the head chef can phantom.

The chef deliberately showed off his cooking skills in front of him, snorted, and proudly said: “That’s the secret recipe.”

Lu Rong glanced at the beating machine: “It was not put in the beating step, it was pickled?” He took a spoon and smelled, “Sugar, vinegar, salt… what is this very fragrant taste?”

The chef said proudly: “Guess?”

Lu Rong: “I can’t guess, I haven’t smelled it before.”

Head chef: “That’s right. I put lard. People in your area don’t seem to eat lard. In our inland areas, especially in poor places, lard is a must-have for meals. Just scoop a spoonful in it, not to mention how fragrant it is.”

Lu Rong’s eyes lit up, and his face calmly said, “It turned out to be lard.”

He accompanies the chef to knead the small fish cakes and wrap them with egg whites and breadcrumbs. The chef looks at the time: “Now we just have to wait for the fourth class to start frying.”

An anxious look appeared on Lu Rong’s face, and he looked at him more embarrassedly.

The chef thinks these little students are really cute, and writes everything on his face: “I’m hungry after doing such a little work?”

Lu Rong watched him quietly without speaking.

The chef turned on the fire, waited for the oil to heat up, picked up the long chopsticks, and put two small fish cakes into the oil pan. Lu Rong walked to him and turned on the phone to start timing. Not long after, the small fish cakes were fried golden brown on both sides, and the chef took the small fish cakes and set them aside. Lu Rong looked down at the phone, 3 minutes and 23 seconds.

The head chef said majesticly: “You are not allowed to look at your mobile phone during working hours!”

Lu Rong: “Oh. Can you eat it?”

Head chef: “No, there is another important process-re-frying.”

Lu Rong: “What is re-exploitation?”

The chef drained the oil of the two small fish cakes and put them in the oil pan again: “Re-frying is the second time. The second time the pan is turned off, all the oil in the small fish cakes will be sucked out.”

Lu Rong turned on the timer again. Thirty seconds later, the small fish cakes came out of the pot again. The chef gave him a pair of chopsticks and a pot, and put all the small fish cakes in his pot. Lu Rong picked up the small fish cake and saw that it was indeed hot and dry, and there was no oil on the plate.

Lu Rong: “Awesome.”

The chef reached out his hand triumphantly, took one from his basin, and the two of them sat together and ate the small fish cakes.

Lu Rong: “Will it be bad for us to steal food?”

Head chef: “It doesn’t matter, I am the boss here.”

Lu Rong: “Is the salary high?”

Head chef: “Do you have to ask this.”

Lu Rong finished eating the fish cakes, stood up and patted his pants: “My hair distribution is over, I’m going back to class, and I will come to you for advice next time.”

Head chef: “Come to Changshu often.”

Class 4 is a Chinese class for the head teacher. As soon as the head teacher came up, he asked: “I heard your English teacher say that Lu Rong is sick? What is the situation, do you want to send it to the hospital? Monitor, go to the infirmary.”

Li Nanbian: “Teacher, I’ll go too!”

Class teacher: “Squad leader Chinese 99 you 59, who did you pull down to make up for you?”

Li Nanbian: “Squad leader.”

Squad leader: “…”

Li Nanbian: “Teacher, if Lu Rong needs help, how can the monitor be enough? We are on the third floor!”

The head teacher said: “If you really get to this point, you should call an ambulance directly.”

As soon as Li Nanbian arrived in the corridor, he would send Lu Rong a WeChat message. The monitor quickly grasped his mobile phone with eyesight and hands, and said vigilantly: “He won’t be skipping class, right? Are you telling him about it?”

Li Nanbian: “Why! I am not familiar with him.”

Monitor: “Give me the phone.”

Li Nanbian: “You invaded my privacy!” He put the phone away, “So you are always satisfied? Huh, with the heart of a villain, I am looking at the yellow picture.”

Squad leader: “What do you see when you walk?!”

Li Nanbian’s news couldn’t be delivered. When passing Class 6, he pretended to trip and made a lot of noise. Yan Gou noticed it, and immediately sent a WeChat message to the “All Evil Group”, reporting the news that Li Nanbian had appeared in the corridor with the monitor.

Li Nanbian and the monitor rushed to the infirmary. Lu Rong was sitting there, carrying a plastic bag full of stomach medicine. After inquiring about the dosage of various medicines in detail, he saw Li Nanbian and the monitor enter the door, and said to the infirmary teacher: “Then I will go back first.”

The doctor worried: “I suggest you go to the hospital for a gastroscope.”

Lu Rong waved his hand: “Class is important.”

Li Nan gave the squad leader a sideways look, and stepped forward to hold Lu Rong who was pretending to be weak.

Lu Rong pushed him away firmly: “I’m much better.”

After observing the whole production process of small fish cakes in the canteen, he went to the school hospital non-stop to see a doctor. He had a tacit understanding with Li Nanbian, and Li Nanbian asked him to leave to ensure that his stomach hurts. Stomach problems. There are many symptoms, such as flatulence, defecation, stomach ache, oh oh oh, just pick a few kinds of outfits, and the infirmary can’t prescribe heavy medicine. You can only give a few stomach-invigorating and digestive tablets. His alibi is authentic.

As soon as Yan Gou sent a message, Lu Rong knew that his precautions had come in handy and acted harder.

The squad leader had nothing to say, and came forward to express condolences to Lu Rong: “What did you eat?”

Lu Rong: “My mother’s cooking.”

Squad leader: “…”

After the squad leader and Li Nanbian sent Lu Rong back to the class, Li Nanbian received the squad leader’s WeChat: “Huang Tu passes me.”

Li Nanbian: “…”