It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Chapter 186

Su Chaoqi looked at the thirty people lined up neatly on the playground, and lowered his eyes to listen to Han Zhao's instructions to them.

The general meaning is to announce some rules of the training class, things that should be done, punishments for not doing them, etc.

Then the instructors of the training class were introduced in turn.

Han Zhao is the chief instructor, Lin Jin is the life instructor, who specializes in inspecting their internal affairs and discipline management, Yu Jiji is in charge of physical training, Tang Zhenghua is in charge of combat training, and Lu Qi is in charge of training their concentration.

All in all, the division of labor is clear.

Su Chaoqi was also introduced to her position and responsibilities in the project.

When it was introduced that she could cook and make food, Su Chaoqi felt a strong gaze.

Her senses were not as sharp as Su Chaoliu's, but she still felt the blatant gaze.

She looked over and saw a young man she didn't recognize, but she had read the information and knew the person and name.

Qu Mingcheng, Su Chaoqi originally had no special thoughts about this name, but now another person's name crossed his mind.

Qu Shanshan, the senior sister she had met with Su Chaoliu several times but was not familiar with.

Both have the surname Qu, is there any origin?

The information I read earlier contained the names of Qu Mingcheng's parents, but the names of Qu Mingcheng's three aunts, six wives, and eighteen generations of ancestors were not written. Maybe Qu Mingcheng's song and Qu Shanshan's song are the same song?
But this wasn't a big problem. Su Chaoqi didn't think a little brat could do anything to her.

The brief opening ceremony was over, and thirty teenagers were left behind by Yu Jiji to begin physical training.

Su Chaoqi and Lin Jin returned to the dormitory building, and Su Chaoqi asked the question: "Qu Mingcheng, is that Qu family?"

Although Qu had a minor surname, there was a chance that the same surname was related, so Su Chaoqi didn't think of it at first.

But now she has an intuition that Qu Mingcheng's background is not simple.

"Yes," Lin Jin gave an affirmative answer, "that's the composer."

Su Chaoqi frowned: "What is his relationship with Qu Shanshan?"

"Cousins," Lin Jin knew, "but the relationship between the two families is not good, they are just ordinary relatives."

Su Chaoqi asked implicitly: "Is there a confidentiality agreement in the contract?"

"Of course," Lin Jin nodded, "I know what you are worried about, but the contract was finalized by my eldest brother. I will show it to the legal team and make sure there are no problems before taking it out for them to sign. If the secret is leaked, not only will the experiment be compensated for them, expenses and high liquidated damages.”

Contract law was not an area that Su Chaoqi was good at. She frowned, and then chose to specialize in the arts. She wouldn't worry about it, and just went to prepare the food for the students tonight.

On the first day, Su Chaoqi planned to make shredded chicken and fried rice. The shredded chicken is a cold dish. After it is cooked, put it in the refrigerator and make fried rice in the evening.

The preparation of shredded chicken is very simple. The more troublesome part is shredding it after cooking, which requires a little patience.

However, Lin Jin was also responsible for this job. She actually wanted to help, but Lin Jin firmly kicked her out.

Su Chaoqi stood at the door of the kitchen, then turned and returned to his room.

She pressed the button to close the curtains, shutting out the panting teenagers being fucked outside the window.

She had seen the training courses of Su Chaoliu's individual soldier department, which were much stricter than those of these boys. They were still far behind.

The teenager on the playground had just finished a five-kilometer long-distance run and was asked to enter concentration training.

After exercise, adrenaline is already being secreted to a high degree. At this time, the human brain is highly excited, but it is required to immediately enter a state of meditation. It is still difficult for teenagers who have not received professional training.

But Su Chaoqi knew that Su Chaoliu could do this.

Gu Wu's mental method is equipped with a meditation formula, and Su Chaoliu can put himself into the state by reciting it once.

Although Lu Qi did not have such a formula, she should have her own method, otherwise she would not be able to become a sniper.

The lively Han Yuze didn't pay attention to the 5,000-meter long-distance running at all. He had a good habit of exercising. After the run, his face was neither red nor out of breath, as if he had simply warmed up.

But if you want him to cool down quickly after warming up... I can't do that!
He couldn't help but raise his head and look around, and saw that Qu Mingcheng had already focused his attention on the projection light screen in mid-air, muttering to himself as the light screen flickered across the content.

He reluctantly cast his eyes on the light screen. Hey, what did he just see?
The initial mental training only lasts for one minute. In this minute, 100 two-digit numbers will be rolled through, and they must be written down in order and copied.

Unfortunately, Han Yuze didn't remember any of them, so he just filled it out in his brain.

After the results came out, he was undoubtedly at the bottom, with single-digit scores, but Qu Mingcheng was not much higher, with 59 points, not even passing.

But it’s also the highest score. Correspondingly, his performance in the subsequent fighting skills was very ugly, and his practice in this area was obviously insufficient.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Even if there are only thirty young people, they are still vaguely divided into two factions.

The martial arts faction headed by Han Yuze and the literary martial arts faction headed by Qu Mingcheng.

But now it’s under military management, so we can’t fight.

You also have to have the strength to fight.

After a whole day of training, no one is as tired as a dog.

Even if they are as tired as a dog, they still have to do their holiday homework. Fortunately, they are both from the same school and their holiday homework is the same. Although they cannot help each other write, they can still clearly divide the work by "learning from" each other. of.

Even so, Han Yuze was still tortured by the holiday homework. He thought that only the food made by Su Chaoqi could soothe his injured heart.

At ten o'clock, every teenager walked out of the room and gathered in the cafeteria, everyone.

The person responsible for distributing meals to them was Lin Jin.

Each person was given 100 grams of fried rice and queued up to receive it. After eating, they had to put the utensils in the designated place.

This 100 grams of fried rice is carefully weighed using a scale to ensure that there is not one gram more or less.

"Why is it fried rice?" Han Yuze muttered, "I thought there would be some new dishes."

Students naturally have their own news channels. Fried rice and sizzling tofu are no secret among the student community. In order to join the group or to follow the trend, even if there is no fried rice stall in front of their own school, there are still students who go to buy fried rice in front of the school where there is a fried rice stall. Have a taste.

Han Yuze also went to buy it. It was delicious, but the portion was small.

While thinking to himself, he picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of it into his mouth.

Refreshing! Han Yuze didn't know how to describe it. It was all fried rice, but what Su Chaoqi made was more delicious. He couldn't stop at all.

Su Chaoqi was on the fourth floor at this time, giving the students on the fourth floor a breakup.

Like the students on the third floor, the students on the fourth floor were also given 100 grams of food each. Although the meat and vegetables were different, this was to control the variables as much as possible.

When it was Qu Mingcheng's turn, Qu Mingcheng took the plate but did not leave. He looked directly at Su Chaoqi: "I have wanted to ask since this morning, is Instructor Su a chef?"

Su Chaoqi chose to come to the fourth floor just because he knew that Qu Mingcheng might ask this question.

She looked up at Qu Mingcheng and uttered two words: "No."

According to the definition of Star, she is indeed not a chef. After all, she is neither a student of the chef department nor has she obtained a chef qualification certificate.

Qu Mingcheng asked reluctantly: "If it's not the case, then wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to cook?"

Regarding such a question, Su Chaoqi had no intention of saving him any face. If she didn't let him shut up completely this time, who knew what else was waiting for her.

"Have you ever taken a biological experiment class?" Su Chaoqi asked calmly, "I remember that the biological experiment class in the first year of high school included the observation and cultivation of bacteria."

Su Chaoqi had only graduated from high school two years ago, and he had not forgotten the high school courses so quickly.

"In order to better observe the colony, we need to drip nutrient solution into the colony to make it reproduce faster..."

Having said that, Qu Mingcheng seemed to have vaguely guessed what Su Chaoqi meant, and his face looked a little ugly.

Sure enough, when Su Chaoqi said this, he smiled sweetly: "In my eyes, you are no different from the bacterial colonies in the petri dish. You think these are vegetables, but I only think they are no different from nutrient solution."

Being humiliated as if a person were like a bacteria inevitably stimulated the sensitive and arrogant self-esteem of teenagers. Qu Mingcheng's face suddenly turned ugly: "You!"

Su Chaoqi didn't take his temper lightly: "Or do you just want to be treated like a bacterial colony? It's not like I can't satisfy you."

It’s not easy to make delicious food, but it’s not easy to make it taste bad? Just don’t add any oil, salt or seasoning.

"But you are a whole, do you understand as a whole?" Su Chaoqi showed Qu Mingcheng what the dangers of adulthood are, "I can't make a portion for you individually, so either you all can only eat nutritious meals, or now Just shut up!"

It is difficult to unite a group of people, but it is easy to divide a group of people, as long as their interests are provoked. This is easy for Su Chaoqi, after all, her identity is not equal to that of this group of teenagers.

Someone had already eaten a few bites of the shredded chicken. They were conquered by the taste of the shredded chicken and immediately stepped forward to pull Qu Mingcheng: "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter to us whether Instructor Su is a chef or not. We are here for training. Others Just stay out of things."

This kind of talk was enough to pull Qu Mingcheng away.

Su Chaoqi didn't care how angry Qu Mingcheng looked at her. After dividing the dishes, she turned around and went out and went downstairs.

Not only did she cook the dishes for the students, she also prepared them for Han Zhao and Lin Jin. Anyway, thirty of them also cooked, and thirty-six of them also cooked. It was also very hard for them to train the students.