Peerless King of Soldiers

Chapter 208 Do you want to fry the kitchen?
It's not that he thinks he will lose, it's just that Wang Fei sees that his class has not widened the gap with others, so he has no certainty of winning.

Although Wang Fei didn't come here for military training, since there was such an opportunity, Wang Fei naturally couldn't let it go, and if he could win, he must win.

Thinking of this, Wang Fei waved his hand and motioned for more than [-] students to gather around and sit down in the shadow of the house.

Everyone looked at Wang Fei with piercing eyes, as if they were waiting for him to say something.

"Do you want to win the queue competition in a month's time?"

Wang Fei asked the students.

After these people heard this, they looked at each other in blank dismay. Only a few people had firm beliefs on their faces.

Wang Fei finally locked his eyes on Ye Zhuwei who was the closest to him, and asked, "Do you want to win?"

"Instructor Wang, it's useless even if I want to win."

Although Ye Zhuwei had a crush on Wang Fei, she shrugged her shoulders and continued, "There is no credit for this thing."

"That's right, and even if you keep practicing this thing now, don't you have to forget it in the future?"

Another student echoed by the side.

The thoughts of the two of them have actually represented the majority of people here.

Wang Fei didn't blame them, because what everyone said was not wrong.

Sighing, Wang Fei shook his head and said: "I'm actually telling you the truth, this military training is really of no help to you. Your physical fitness will not improve a lot in a month, and it is impossible to learn the military posture. You graduated successfully."

"Then why are we so serious?"

These students immediately continued to ask questions.

Listening to these people's questions, Wang Fei nodded with a smile and said: "This month's time will definitely not let you improve a lot, but I hope you know that if you are more persistent than others, it will be easier. Divide the harvest."

"don't know."

"I'll understand later."

Wang Fei smiled, patted the shoulder of a classmate in front of him, and said: "Practice hard, I hope everyone can work hard."

"..."

These students looked at Wang Fei a little strangely, but Wang Fei didn't force anything.

He knew very well that there was no need for these young people to make things difficult for them.

If there are some things that others are unwilling to do at all, or even resist to do, then you should learn to let them change the way, at least you should get joyful feedback after hard work.

Although Wang Fei walked out of the playground, he was still thinking about this matter in his heart.

Before he knew it, he also walked to the library.

Shi Qi didn't show up here today, Wang Fei was a little curious, so he walked to the door and asked the librarian who was reading: "Excuse me, has Teacher Shi Qi been here recently?"

"Shi Qi? I don't seem to see him coming over these two days."

The administrator said, and asked: "Is there anything?"

"No...it's fine."

Wang Fei shook his head, and after walking around, he couldn't help going to the seat where Shi Qi often sat, looking at the people below who were still training.

After a while, Wang Fei remembered something and walked to a photo studio outside the school.

There were quite a few people inside at this time, and when Wang Fei arrived, a staff member immediately greeted him.

"Sir, what do you need?"

The staff asked politely, so Wang Fei nodded, pointed at the school and said, "That's right, I want you to help me find someone to go in and take some photos."

"Oh, I see, military training photos?"

The man suddenly understood and said, "Okay, what do you want?"

"There is no requirement, it is enough to shoot the queue once a day."

Wang Fei replied.

This request was a bit strange, but the staff member agreed.

After discussing and setting the price, Wang Fei came out of the photo studio and let out a long breath.

He had trained many people before, even though these students were not his students, Wang Fei still hoped that they would change a bit.

After wandering around for a long time, Wang Fei saw that the time was almost up, and then remembered that Zhang Xuerou seemed to have something to do, so he returned home early.

What made Wang Fei feel strange was that when he got home, Zhang Xuerou had already left work early, and seemed to be still tinkering with something in the kitchen.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Wang Fei asked strangely, walking towards the kitchen.

But just as he walked to the door of the kitchen, a pungent smell came from inside, accompanied by a little black smoke.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wang Fei rushed in and turned off the fire. Looking at Zhang Xuerou who was at a loss in the apron next to him, he was a little confused.

"What are you doing? Come back from get off work so early in the afternoon to fry the kitchen?"

Wang Fei looked at Zhang Xuerou with some gloom, and found that there was still a streak of black mud on the latter's face, maybe it was rubbed on it when he was cleaning the pot just now.

"I asked you to come back and teach me how to cook."

Zhang Xuerou looked serious and spoke with a shovel in her hand.

"Teach you how to cook?"

Wang Fei looked at Zhang Xuerou suspiciously, and then said, "Are you okay? Why do you want to learn to cook all of a sudden?"

"Like it, can't you?"

Zhang Xuerou said some tough words, so Wang Fei shook his head, shrugged and said: "OK, then you continue to learn, I will go out and hide first, so as not to turn around and fry the kitchen and hurt me."

While speaking, Wang Fei hurriedly went out.

Just as he walked to the door, Zhang Xuerou suddenly stopped and said, "Stop! Come back and teach me!"

"What are you thinking? Can this thing be learned in a day? Not to mention your talent..."

Wang Fei shook his head, sighed and said, "Why don't we stop making trouble and sit outside for a while?"

"Just teach me how to keep the pot from smoking."

Zhang Xuerou became serious, so Wang Fei had to stop beside her, and followed her up and down in a serious manner.

More than half an hour passed unknowingly, and after confirming that Zhang Xuerou would not blow up the kitchen, Wang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just try here first, I'll go outside for a drink."

"Ah."

Zhang Xuerou was full of energy. While burning the pot, she poured oil into it.

Wang Fei was thirsty for a long time inside, and just when he poured water and put it to his mouth, Zhang Xuerou suddenly screamed in pain from the kitchen.

"Pfft."

Wang Fei didn't drink a sip of water, he just spilled it out, hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, and found that Zhang Xuerou was covering his arm in pain.

"I'll be good, did you get burned by the oil?"

Wang Fei quickly turned off the fire beside him, and pulled Zhang Xuerou to the side of the sofa.

After taking off her apron, Zhang Xuerou was wearing short sleeves, and her exposed arms were flushed.

Wang Fei felt worried, went to the room to get the burn ointment, put her hand on her burnt hand, and applied the ointment on it.

It was only halfway through the painting that Wang Fei realized that Zhang Xuerou seemed to be looking at him all the time.

(End of this chapter)