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Chapter 187 Fried Rice Dinner of Class , Grade

It's dinner time.

When students from other classes in the first year of Agricultural University Affiliated High School and other production escort ship employees who had obediently gotten off work on time went straight to the cafeteria, they saw everyone in Class 8 of the first year of high school coming to the dining area with a lunch box in their hands.

The students from other classes opened their eyes wide: You guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually dared to sneak away?! As expected, you guys who know how to use tactics in field training, you really have dirty minds when playing tactics!

The students in Class 8 of Grade 1 naturally felt the gazes from students in other classes, but they were too lazy to fight back. After all, they had the killer weapon Kagawa in their class! When the time came, they could just say to the teacher or the manager, "Teacher, we want to apply to help Kagawa." The approval rate for leave requests could be said to be 100%.

If they had a richer reserve of ancient words, they could have fought back like this: What do you know! This is called the right time, right place, and right people!
Some sharp-eyed students had noticed long ago that the lunch boxes in the hands of the members of Class 8 of Grade 1 only contained one serving of soup and one serving of rice. The difference was that the amount of rice was larger, and there seemed to be something else in the rice... They quickly sent the news to the class group, and it quickly spread to the entire grade group.

Some students ate slowly during lunch, and were fortunate enough to see Kagawa go into the kitchen after finishing his lunch. So I made a bold guess: the guy from the Tongue Club must have cooked up something again.

Some people who were in the same club as Class 8 of Grade 1 quickly opened the club's dedicated chat group and frantically tagged the members of Class 8 of Grade 1. As a result, this group of people seemed to be collectively silent and did not even glance at the messages.

However, at this time, the first-year high school students had already poured into the cafeteria and were ready to line up for food, but they didn't know that the students in Class 8 of Grade 1 who were sitting outside were already addicted to fried rice.

For Lu Daiqing, the monitor with the most (modern) knowledge in the class, today's experience was full of novelty and shock.

At lunch, he tasted white rice for the first time. The distinct grains of pure white rice gave off a faint sweetness in his mouth. Paired with the delicious stir-fried dishes, it was an unprecedented gourmet experience for him.

However, at dinner time, Kagawa's beef fried rice completely took his taste buds from a simple understanding of food to a whole new adventure.

Lu Daiqing followed Kagawa's example, took out a small tray from the lunch box, and put some fried rice into the tray.

He held the small bowl of fried rice in front of him, and the aroma of beef fried rice filled his nose, with a strong meaty aroma mixed with a hint of spiciness. Although only a little bit of chili powder was added to the fried rice, it brought out the unique flavor of the beef, as if giving each piece of beef an irresistible temptation.

Lu Daiqing couldn't help but take a deep breath. It felt like a warm current began to churn in his stomach, and he felt even hungrier.

He picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth.

The first thing that touched his tongue was the rich taste of rice wrapped in fat and beef juice. Each grain of rice seemed to have a glossy luster. When he chewed it gently, the rich aroma filled his mouth. It was the thickness of the beef and the lubrication of the oil, mixed with the freshness of the green vegetables and the stimulation of a little chili, which together played a symphony of food on his taste buds.

The aroma of rice in the mouth, with a slight burnt aroma, perfectly combines with the meaty aroma of beef, with distinct and harmonious layers, as if a beautiful melody slowly slides from the mouth into the heart. This is a completely different taste from eating stir-fried vegetables with white rice at noon.

The texture of the beef surprised Lu Daiqing. It was not as rough or monotonous as the meat he had eaten before. On the contrary, after being stir-fried with a long-handled spoon, the beef was slightly charred on the outside, but still tender and juicy on the inside. When he gently took a bite of the beef, the gravy exploded in his mouth, and the aroma of the meat instantly surrounded his senses, bringing a sense of satisfaction that went straight to his heart.

The addition of greens adds a touch of freshness to the whole fried rice. Although the greens are reduced in size after being stir-fried in hot oil, the fresh taste they bring cannot be ignored. Every time you bite into a small piece of greens, the slight crispness and freshness add a fresh contrast to the richness of the beef and rice, as if a breeze blows over and sweeps away the greasy feeling of the fried rice.

Lu Daiqing raised his head and glanced at the classmates around him. Everyone was busy eating, and from time to time he could see the same expression of enjoyment on the faces of some classmates, as if this was not just a dinner, but a sacred ritual of food.

This beef fried rice not only satisfied his taste buds, but also opened up a whole new world of deliciousness and happiness for him during this simple dinner.

This also made him interested in other fried rice, and he looked at Mandy, the cultural and arts committee member sitting next to him.

Mandy stared at the fried rice in front of her, her eyes full of excitement and curiosity.

The simplicity and rusticity of white rice have given him a new understanding of this ingredient, and the plate of egg fried rice in front of him, emitting a rich aroma under the flickering golden light, seems to open a whole new door for him.

He picked up the spoon and gently scooped up a mouthful of fried rice. The distinct grains of rice glowed warmly under the sunlight. The egg and rice blended perfectly, as if the taste of sunshine was sealed in the plate of fried rice.

Mandy closed his eyes and put a spoonful of rice into his mouth. Suddenly, a warm feeling spread over his taste buds.

The temperature of the fried rice was just right, the rice was soft but still elastic, and every grain of rice that met the egg had the aroma of egg, exuding a rich and harmonious flavor. The softness of the egg and the graininess of the rice formed a wonderful contrast, and as the tip of his tongue turned, Mandy seemed to be able to feel every grain of rice dancing in his mouth. He chewed slowly, as if he didn't want to let this moment of deliciousness go. The rich egg aroma and the lubrication of the oil blended everything just right, without any extra flavor, only the purest combination of egg and rice.

The squad leader Lu Daiqing, who was sitting next to Mandy, couldn't help himself at this time. He kept staring at Mandy's reaction, and when he saw Mandy closing her eyes with satisfaction, he felt like a cat scratching his heart. He couldn't resist the temptation pheromones from the glutton in his stomach any more, and picked up his spoon in a very unpresentable way and scooped up a big mouthful of fried rice.

Before Mandy could protest, Lu Daiqing quickly put the fried rice into his mouth. As soon as his teeth touched, the flexibility of the rice and the softness of the eggs immediately intertwined. The slightly burnt aroma and the rich aroma of the eggs swept through his mouth like a storm. Lu Daiqing couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, and his eyes lit up.

Mandy opened his eyes wide and pointed at Lu Daiqing who stole his egg fried rice. He was speechless for a long time. Finally, he turned his grief and anger into action - he also scooped a big spoonful of Lu Daiqing's beef fried rice.

Afterwards, as if responding to the "call" of the two class cadres, class monitor Lu Daiqing and cultural and arts committee member Mandy, the students in Class 8 of Grade 1 simply "learned" to share each other's fried rice with classmates around them who ordered different fried rice.

Ouyang Yating, who was sitting in the corner with Kagawa, looked at the actions of her classmates, then looked at the spicy potato fried rice in her lunch box - this was certainly not what she ordered, she asked for egg fried rice, which she had just robbed from her own president's lunch box.

At first, she didn't quite understand why Kagawa didn't just use the lunch box to eat the fried rice, but instead divided the fried rice into small compartments. Now it seems... her president still has some ideas.

Kagawa, who was defending his fried rice from Ino, said: I am just eating as I usually do with my morning tea. Don't think too much and refuse to be ideologically corrupt!