After Lu Rong finished his morning exercises, he went to the cafeteria alone. He told Li Nanbian: "I'll leave it to you."
Li Nanbian: "Don't worry."
The third class is taught by the English teacher. She is a graduate who has just graduated with a master's degree. She has a skinny but sexy body, and her dress style is tight. If she doesn't have a calm aura, she will become the dream lover of many boys. This playful dream lover has a quick mind, and as soon as he enters the classroom, he finds that Lu Rong has disappeared. But the little boy's lateness is not a big deal, she just started the class by herself.
After talking for ten minutes, Lu Rong still didn't come in. She put down the textbook: "What's wrong with Lu Rong today?"
Li Nan raised his hand and said, "He didn't feel well after the exercise. I sent him to the infirmary. The doctor said to stay and observe. If it is acute gastroenteritis, he will be sent to the hospital."
The English teacher let out a cry and reminded the students: "You must be careful when you eat."
There was warmth in the hearts of the students.
Lu Rong, who suffered from "acute gastroenteritis", was currently inspecting the food safety work in the school cafeteria. He walked into the back kitchen loudly, and was quickly stopped by someone: "What are you doing?! You can't just come in here, don't you see?!"
Behind the window of the school cafeteria is a deep kitchen with white walls and small white square floor tiles, which are always wet and greasy, and it feels like walking on an asphalt road that has not completely solidified. In the kitchen, there are all cold iron-colored counters and stoves of the same material and color. Huge ventilation ducts pass through the top of the head, presenting a mechanical punk feeling of a large socialist factory.
The chefs who work here are not emotional at all, wearing white chef uniforms, white chef hats, heavy and hard dark aprons hanging on their chests, and walking around busily on black overshoes. Distinguish whether it is a socialist chef or a socialist pig farmer.
Naturally, such a place is strictly managed and has many regulations. "Idlers are not allowed to enter" is the first one that bears the brunt. Lu Rong, wearing a school uniform, broke into the door that says "the important place for the back kitchen", and in the whole black, white and gray kitchen world It was particularly eye-catching, and was immediately ordered to quit by the administrator.
Lu Rong walked up to the administrator unhurriedly: "The dean asked me to come here. I didn't finish my plate, and I forgot to pour the leftovers into the bucket. The director punished me to come here to help for a long time. I feel that food is hard to come by.”
Lu Rong is usually a good student who licks the dinner plate clean before stooping to put it in the recycling bin, but he has seen Zhu Renliang standing in front of the recycling bin more than once admonishing others.
Sure enough, the administrator made a strange face. This is indeed what Zhu Renliang would do, always stuffing problem students in their kitchen.
He said perfunctorily: "There is nothing here for your help, you can go back."
Lu Rong: "I can't go back, the teacher will scold me."
The administrator said: "Then you stay here and don't mess around, don't hinder our work."
Lu Rong: "OK."
After the administrator left, Lu Rong immediately started shaking, his eyes darting over the chefs. The back kitchen is now preparing ingredients in an orderly manner, lighting a fire and cooking, only the cooks by the window chat and laugh together. Several people held cigarettes in their hands and stared at Lu Rong curiously.
Lu Rong withdrew his gaze and focused on the kitchen. After walking through several rooms, his eyes lit up, it was this person!
He went up and asked, "Are you making small fish cakes?"
Chef: "You have vision, little brother."
Lu Rong: "Is there anything I can do to help?" Seeing the head chef teasingly, "I was assigned to help you."
The head chef snorted, "Distribution?"
Lu Rong: "Well—are you beating the oars? Breaking the bones together?"
Head Chef: "That's right, the small plum fish has soft bones, and you usually eat it with the skin and bones when you steam it. When you beat it, you remove the head and just throw it in. You know a lot, can you cook?"
Lu Rong: "Well, I can cook a little bit." After a pause, he said, "I want to be a cook in the future."
Chef: "What kind of ideal are you?"
Children these days are full of enthusiasm. When they were young, they wanted to be scientists. When they grow up, they all want to get rich overnight. Those who cut their hair, hold a spoon, drive a tractor, or do auto repair can't get into them. Dharma eye. The chef has worked in Chengnan High School for so many years, so he can control the temper of this group of heaven's favored children. His ten-year-old son can't even look down on him, let alone these adolescent bastards.
He makes small fish cakes here all day long, but the popularity and glory of small fish cakes has nothing to do with him, and he feels as lonely as snow when he thinks about it. In the lonely and snowy job, an uninvited guest finally came, and he was still an uninvited guest who wanted to mess with the spoon. The head chef was curious and friendly, and he also raised the posture of a senior, and asked in a rough voice: "Why? Want to fuck the spoon?"
"Interesting." Without waiting for his order, Lu Rong rolled up his sleeves diligently, pinched a small section of the kneaded dough, sprinkled the flour on the table, and kneaded slowly.
"Make all kinds of raw materials from those that swim in the water, those that fly in the sky, and those that run on the ground, and those that grow in the ground and those that are born in the sea are made into various ingredients through fermentation and brewing, and then fried in proportion. Combining steaming and cooking into new items to provide energy for human beings. There are all kinds of strange things that can be eaten, and the combination of recipes is endless, which is 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 making a spoon. He didn't think too much about it, just to learn the craft and make some money.
But after listening to him, the head chef suddenly felt a sense of pride that what he had learned was profound and subtle, and that he had provided a material basis for the survival of all mankind. He couldn't help being more satisfied with the work in front of him and the disciples around him.
"Kneading the dough is good!" the head chef praised. Just as the fish paste was finished, he poured the fish paste into the basin, grabbed the dough that Lu Rong had kneaded, and used a spoon to scoop up the fish paste and sent it in. He quickly pinched the mouth firmly, rubbed it round, and flattened the iron plate placed aside.
"This fish paste is different from what I make at home." Lu Rong looked at it carefully. Although his movements are also very proficient, compared with the speed at which the head chef quickly emerges from the phantom, there is no difference between a professional and a non-professional.
The head chef intentionally showed off his culinary skills in front of him, snorted, and proudly said: "That is, a unique secret recipe."
Lu Rong glanced at the beater: "It's not put in the beating step, but it's been marinated?" He took a spoonful and smelled it: "Sugar, vinegar, salt...is this very fragrant smell?"
The head chef said proudly, "Guess?"
Lu Rong: "I can't guess, I haven't smelled this kind of smell before."
Chef: "That's right. I put lard in. People in your area don't seem to eat lard. In our inland areas, especially in poor areas, lard is a must for every meal. For noodles It’s time to scoop a spoonful into it, not to mention how fragrant it is.”
Lu Rong's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "So it's lard."
He accompanied the head chef to knead the small fish cakes, and coated them with egg whites and bread crumbs. The head chef looked at the time: "Now we just need to wait until the fourth class is over and fry them in the pan."
An anxious expression appeared on Lu Rong's face, and he looked at him twice more embarrassedly.
The head chef thinks these little classmates are so cute, everything is written on their faces: "Are you hungry after doing such a little work?"
Lu Rong looked at him quietly and didn't speak.
The head chef turned on the fire, and when the oil was hot, he picked up the long chopsticks and put two small fish cakes into the oil pan. Lu Rong walked up to him, turned on the phone and started counting. After a while, both sides of the small fish cakes were fried golden. The head chef picked up the small fish cakes and put them aside. Lu Rong looked down at his phone, 3 minutes and 23 seconds.
The head chef said solemnly: "You are not allowed to look at your mobile phone during working hours!"
Lu Rong: "Oh. Can I eat it?"
Chef: "No, there is another important process—re-frying."
Lu Rong: "What is re-bombing?"
The head chef drained the oil from the two small fish cakes and put them into the oil pan again: "Re-frying is the second time of frying. The second time you put it in the pan, all the oil in the small fish cakes will be sucked out."
Lu Rong turned on the timer again. After 30 seconds, the small fish cakes came out of the pan again. The head chef gave him a pair of chopsticks and a basin, and put all the small fish cakes in his basin. Lu Rong took a look at the small fish cakes, and found that they were indeed hot and dry, with no trace of oil on the plate.
Lu Rong: "Excellent."
The head chef reached out triumphantly and 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?"
Chef: "It's okay, I'm the boss here."
Lu Rong: "Is the salary high?"
Chef: "Do you have to ask this?"
After Lu Rong finished eating the small fish cakes, he stood up and patted his pants: "My hair distribution is over, I'm going back to class, and I'll come to you for advice next time."
Chef: "I come to Changshu often."
The fourth class is the Chinese class of the head teacher. As soon as the head teacher came up, he asked, "I heard from your English teacher that Lu Rong is sick? What's the matter, should you take him to the hospital? Squad leader, go to the infirmary to have a look."
Li Nanbian: "Teacher, I will go too!"
Class teacher: "Squad leader's Chinese is 99 and you are 59. Who will make up for you if you fail?"
Li Nanbian: "Squad leader."
Monitor: "..."
Li Nanbian: "Teacher, if Lu Rong needs help, how can the monitor alone be enough? We are on the third floor!"
The class teacher said: "If you really come to this point, you should call an ambulance directly."
As soon as Li Nanbian arrived in the corridor, he was about to send a WeChat message to Lu Rong. The class monitor quickly grabbed his mobile phone, and said vigilantly: "Is he skipping class? You should inform him?"
Li Nanbian: "How could it be! I'm not familiar with him."
Class monitor: "Give me the phone."
Li Nanbian: "You violated my personal privacy!" He said and put away his phone, "Are you satisfied with this? Hmph, taking the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, I am obviously looking at pornographic pictures."
Squad leader: "What pornographic pictures do you see while walking?!"
Li Nanbian couldn't deliver the news, so he pretended to stumble while passing Class 6 and made a big commotion. Yan Gou found out, and immediately sent a WeChat message to the "all villains" to report the news that Li Nanbian appeared in the corridor with the squad leader.
Li Nanbian and the squad leader rushed to the infirmary, where Lu Rong was sitting, holding a plastic bag full of stomach medicine. After inquiring about the doses of various medicines in detail, he saw Li Nanbian and the monitor enter the door, and said to the teacher in the infirmary: "Then I'll go back first."
The doctor worried: "I suggest you go to the hospital for a gastroscopy."
Lu Rong waved his hand: "It's important to attend class."
Li Nan glanced at the squad leader, stepped forward and hugged Lu Rong, who was pretending to be weak.
Lu Rong pushed him away firmly: "I'm much better."
After observing the complete production process of small fish cakes in the cafeteria, he came to the school hospital to see a doctor non-stop. He has a tacit understanding with Li Nanbian, and Li Nanbian must have a stomachache for asking him for leave. Stomach trouble, there are many symptoms, flatulence, defecation, stomach pain, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, just pick a few things to pretend, the infirmary can’t prescribe heavy medicine, I can only give a few Jianwei Xiaoshi tablets, eat and observe, His alibi is the real deal.
As soon as Yan Gou sent a message, Lu Rong knew that his precautions had come in handy, so he pretended even harder.
The squad leader had nothing to say, and stepped forward to condolences to Lu Rong: "What did you eat?"
Lu Rong: "My mother's cooking."
Monitor: "..."
After the squad leader and Li Nanbian sent Lu Rong back to the class, Li Nanbian received a WeChat message from the squad leader: "Pass me Huang Tu."
Li Nanbian: "..."