Zombies may not need to eat, but the students in Class 1 of Wusheng still have to sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs. If this survival battle really takes three to five years, then it is estimated that "how we fight this time" will account for less than 10% of the content of the battle, and the rest will be "where shall we eat this time".
Time passed quietly in the rare and serious discussion, and it was noon in a blink of an eye. The winter sun is as gentle as a lover's eyes, and the frost and snow all over the ground begin to melt silently under such gaze. But this is destined to be a soothing and long process, because the light with a touch of warmth is too gentle, as if every time a snowflake melts, it will make it feel unbearable, so I desperately suppressed my heat, let this silver The world wrapped in plain clothes stays longer, and longer.
"Should we start a fire and cook?" Li Jingyu's stomach has been growling for a long time, and seeing no one started, he can only tentatively suggest, and at the same time implicitly express his position that he does not want to eat vacuum sweet glutinous chestnut kernels and wafers, "No Do you have snacks for lunch?"
"Still eating snacks?!" Compared to Li Jingyu, Qiao Siqi is much more free-spirited, saying whatever he wants, and expressing his thoughts, "I'm so gluttonous that I bite my tongue every time I eat, and if this continues, I'm likely to bite my tongue and kill myself." !"
Zhou also wants to eat meat, but he disagrees with Johns' accusation: "Are you greedy for meat? So much shredded squid and beef jerky are fed to dogs?"
Qiao Siqi couldn't help but muttered resentfully after a long time: "Didn't you eat it too?"
Zhou Lv didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "Yes, thank you for rewarding me with those two words."
Lin Dilei couldn't help but stood up, moved her arms and legs, and tied her head with the rubber band on her wrist: "Whatever you want to eat, my sister will make it for you!"
Li Jingyu: "Rice!"
Luo Geng: "Steamed buns!"
Johns: "Meat!"
Qi Yan: "Bring some vegetables as well, the nutrition is balanced."
Wang Qingyuan: "Then add another soup."
Zhou Lu: "Isn't there an oven over there? In fact, some exotic flavors such as baked rice and lasagna are also good."
"..." Lin Dilei lowered her head, took a few deep breaths, raised her face again, and said softly, "You guys said it too fast just now, I didn't remember it, so I can repeat it again." ?"
Wusheng 1 collectively swallowed their saliva, and at this moment, the seven souls reached an unprecedented tacit understanding—
"Just be full."
The large pots and stoves of the back kitchen on the first floor are formed in one piece, long and strip-shaped, with a total of more than a dozen stoves, each with a giant frying pan, which is so big that the cooking shovel is like a shovel, and the pot is full when it comes out Iron plate, a proper big pot dish.
There are two independent small rooms in the spacious back kitchen on the first floor, which are divided into two sides of the back kitchen. One is a warehouse for storing rice, flour, grain and oil, and the other is a separate gas room set up seven or eight meters away from the end of the stove. Through the glass, four gas tanks can be seen standing inside. Obviously this is the source of fuel for these dozen or so large stoves. These gas tanks are much larger than ordinary household liquefied gas tanks, which may seem strange at first glance, but when matched with large stoves and cauldrons, the painting style is consistent.
When they ran to the canteen, everyone was worried that if the canteen used gas pipes that are uniformly supplied by the whole city for cooking, then the heating has been stopped now, and the gas and natural gas may not be much better. It wasn't until I ran here and found out that I was using a gas tank that I felt relieved for the time being.
However, the ensuing problem is even more serious—the gas tank has a fixed capacity, and when the fuel in it is used up, it must be completely replaced. Under the current situation, no one will come to replace it, and then it will be necessary to cook and cook later. How to do? In the early stage, I may be able to find the remaining gas tanks from the back kitchen on the second and third floors. Of course, whether there will be a fight with the students in Class 2 is a headache, but even if I get it, there will always be a day when I run out. What will happen then? It is unrealistic to have an everlasting fire like the Olympic flame. The flammable things that can be found in the entire cafeteria can be counted on one hand, such as panels, rolling pins, over. All that was left were non-combustible pots and pans and plastic stools and metal tables outside.
Since there is no solution for the time being, let's look at the present first.
Lin Dilei walked into the gas room, looked around the gas tanks carefully, and finally patted each one, coaxing a child: "I hope you can last a few more days."
As the only remaining fruit of the kitchen among men, Zhou Yiyi naturally wanted to help, so he also followed the gas room. Seeing Lin Dilei making a wish on the gas tank, she simply stepped forward to hug the tank, and shook each other vigorously twice.
The liquid in the tank made a series of noises following Zhou's rhythm of shaking.
After a while, Zhou Yiyi re-established the last jar and announced the appraisal result: "There are two that are about half left, and the other two are a little less, at most one-third."
In fact, Lin Dilei has never used a gas tank. Her family has always used the city's gas supply pipeline. When she came to university, she also used electricity to cook secretly, so she asked for advice: "How long can it last?"
"The tank my family used before, if I remember correctly, it should be 15 kilograms." Zhou Lu's family no longer uses gas tanks in recent years, and he can only try to recall with a vague impression, "Do it normally. If it’s rice, it’s only a month and a half.” As he spoke, he looked carefully at the body of the bottle in front of him, and there was an impressive 50kg written on it. That is 1.66 large cans, the large can is 3.33 times that of the small can, 1.16*3.33*1.5 is 8... Well, don’t count carefully after the decimal point, just treat it as eight months.”
"Eight months? Are you sure?"
"Theoretically." Zhou Lv didn't dare to say too much, in case the students rushed to prepare for a year, and it turned out that it was only four months later, poof, the stove fire went out, and his fire of life probably died out along with it. up.
Encouraging enough, even in theory. Lin Dilei almost hummed a ditty and lit the stove under Zhou Lv's guidance...
boom!
The moment the huge flame ignited, if Lin Dilei hadn't been able to hide quickly, the few locks of hair that had fallen from her forehead would have been burnt.
"You, is the fire in your house so fierce..."
"Uh… "
"Give you another chance."
"It's definitely no problem to stick to this burning rate for two months!"
"Did anyone tell you that being cute when a woman is angry is suicide?"
"..."
The stove in the canteen is different from the one in the home. It is specially designed, and the firepower is so powerful that it is outrageous. Zhou Yili spent half a day debugging the hydraulic valve in the gas room, but all ended in failure. If the temperature is too low, the fire will be extinguished directly, and it is hard to keep the fire alive. The flame is basically the same as the flame of cooking at home. Before I was happy, I found that such a heat is not enough for a large pot. Put the vegetables in the pot It's not hot for half a day. If you insist on using such a small fire, the gas consumption per unit time will be reduced, but when the dishes are cooked, the total time of gas consumption will be lengthened, and the result is that the consumption is still so large.
If you have to choose between fast frying and slow cooking, Zhou Yilv would rather save time and have a good time. Thinking of this, he didn't struggle with it, and decided to fire it up.
This made Lin Dilei suffer.
This dish was fried in a hurry. During the whole process, she missed the small stove on the second floor, because there she could cook bean sprout soup calmly, but here she had to stir fry at four times the speed, otherwise the dish would be mushy. .
Here Lin Dilei was swinging a shovel in full swing, and Zhou Yili had a competition with the rice steamer over there. After studying for a long time, he managed to send in the iron rice steaming plate covered with rice and soaked in water. Trying it out, he rubbed it Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he pressed the button to start.
The six little friends watched the whole process from a distance, and they were full of emotions at this time—
Qiao Siqi: "They both seem more nervous than when they were fighting zombies..."
Li Jingyu: "I did too much."
Luo Geng: "And they are sweating. In such a cold day, the two of them are sweating."
Qiao Siqi: "You are speaking as if the two of them are doing something shameful."
Wang Qingyuan: "Only you think so!"
Song Fei and Qi Yan: "Uh..."
"I'm sorry, I'm too out of place." The only student Wang who didn't get a driver's license decided to go to the side to be quiet.
The raw rice, the cabbage that was stir-fried until it melted in the mouth, fortunately, there are full slices of meat in it, which saved this disaster-like lunch. Wusheng Class 1 also didn't care about whether it was too pitiful for eight people to eat one dish. Anyway, there was a big pot of dishes, so they all wolfed down the taste of home-cooked dishes they hadn't seen for a long time.
At first, some people took the time to say a few words, grumbled with puffed cheeks, or commented on the food, or chatted casually. But after that, no one made a sound.
A strange emotion revived along with the gradually warming stomach.
In the past, no one would find such an ordinary meal strange, but after eating instant noodles and eight-treasure porridge snacks for more than ten days, after experiencing all kinds of thrills and hardships, sitting down and eating such a meal again, it is difficult to calm down—— It turns out that the kindest things in the world are those things that you never cared about but are very familiar with, such as the vegetation in your hometown, the instructions of your parents, and the smoke and smoke from the stove at home every day.
A drop of tears fell into the rice, Lin Dilei held the bowl, lowered her head, blinked her eyes hard, and held back all the things that would come out later.
No one found out.
Because the male students are not much better, those who should be homesick are homesick, those who should miss their mothers are missing their mothers, it's just that the boys don't cry easily.
Song Fei sniffed, took the last bite of the meal, felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive, looked around, and suddenly had an idea, and got up quietly.
"What are you doing with the shovel?" Qiao Siqi, who hadn't finished eating, saw Song Fei take out the cooking shovel from another empty large pot.
"It's okay, you eat yours." Song Fei perfunctorily walked towards the window.
Qiao Siqi shrugged, ignored him and continued to eat.
The other friends also looked at Song Fei one after another, but since the latter habitually did not follow the usual path, the comrades let him go.
Except Qi Yan.
As soon as Song Fei looked for the shovel, Qi Yan knew what he was going to do, so he was vigilant from beginning to end.
Song Fei didn't know, and pretended that he was unaware. After confirming that there were still no zombies outside, he quietly opened the window, stretched out a large spatula that was almost indistinguishable from a shovel, and gently shoveled it from the ground that had not yet melted. The snow is neither thin nor thick. Finally, I carefully retracted the shovel and laid it flat on the ground, closed the window, squatted down and gathered the snow on the shovel together, forming a small snow ball in the palm of my hand.
Everything is ready, only the unlucky ghosts are owed.
Showing a villain's smirk, Song Fei turned around, just about to go back, when he met Qi Yan's dangerously narrowed eyes.
Song Fei jittered, and quickly made a "shh, keep quiet" gesture.
A trace of suspicion flashed in Qi Yan's eyes, but he didn't make a sound.
Song Fei tiptoed to behind Wang Qingyuan who was still eating, hooked the back of his neck with his index finger, and the snow ball with the other hand was sent into his neck with lightning speed.
When Wang Qingyuan realized that something was wrong, the cold snowball had already rolled into the depths of his clothes, and wherever he went, there was a chilly sourness.
Wang Qingyuan actually held back and didn't cry out, but he jumped up all of a sudden, seeing Song Fei's expression and the shovel under the window, he understood what was going on, and walked over to open the window to shovel snow without saying a word!
Half a minute later, Song Fei nimbly dodged Wang Qingyuan's snow ball, and finally hit Qiao Siqi's face behind him.
How could Qiao Siqi suffer from being dumb, and immediately joined the battle.
Within a few minutes of this, the entire Wusheng class 1 entered the happy snowball fight mode. Although they didn't dare to call out too presumptuously, everyone's face was filled with long-lost happiness.
—Except for Qi Yan.
As the first person to discover Song Fei's plan, Qi Yan's emotional ups and downs are very complicated. At first he was proud, look, I saw you through. Then it was a threat, do you dare to throw me for a try? Then judging from the calmness on the other party's face, the original target was not him. In the end, it was Wang, who he hadn't been able to fall in love with until now.
It's really a painful thing to be sentimental.
In the back kitchen, two classmates, Qiao Siqi and Zhou Lv, who were tired from the temporary truce, noticed the unusual quietness of their comrades in the distance—
Qiao Siqi: "What is he thinking while sitting there?"
Zhou Lu: "I don't know."
Qiao Siqi: "It looks very troubled."
Zhou Lv: "Thinking too hard, always thinking too much."
Qiao Siqi: "If you fall in love with someone like Song Fei, can you continue to have fun without heart?"
Zhou Lu: "It depends on how to say it..."
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao called over there—
"Qi Yan, why are you sitting still and acting like an old man, come on, be happy, anyway, Zhou Yi said it all, we can stay here for at least three months!"
The two looked away and continued—
Josh: "How?"
Zhou Lu: "I became a monk the first day I found out I fell in love."
The Korean-style kitchen on the second floor has six heads hanging on the window.
Fu Xiyuan: "They stretched out a shovel for a while and dug a shovel for a while, what are they doing?"
Wu Zhou: "We are an ancient capital here, so there are many grave mounds. Have you found any clues?"
Zhao He: "Don't beep beep, you're still robbing tombs at this time?"
He Zhi asked: "Maybe I want to make a side hole into the tomb to hide from the zombies."
Feng Qibai: "The zombie is hiding, what should I do if I meet a zombie again?"
He Zhi asked: "I found that you think very sharply..."
Huang Mo quietly left the window, sat down in a corner and began to seriously consider whether to transfer.