The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

It is reasonable to say that one meat and three vegetables plus soup and staple food are absolutely enough to eat.

You can look at the few dishes on your plate, and then look at the plates of dishes with color, aroma and taste on Jiang qianxia's table. Don't mention the depression in your heart.

"What are you looking at? I'm the dean. I can't eat more at home, can I?"

Spit out the bones in his mouth, Jiang qianxia hung his eyes, waved his chopsticks like flies, and said unintentionally: "don't look if you're not comfortable. It's true that you don't have to eat in the canteen."

"Anyway, in recent years, you have to eat in the college all the time except for the two days off every month. Whether you like it or not, eat more and feed yourself. Although the dishes can only be served once, there are no limits on soup and rice steamed bread."

Childe, my friends are a little confused. Even if there is no limit to rice and steamed bread, they are not pigs. How much can they eat if they die of two bowls of rice or three steamed bread?

Sighing and groaning, he pulled the food on the plate. The childe brothers saw that the poor students from the slum who had been huddled in the corner and buried their heads in the food carefully. They suddenly blushed and bowed their heads to make another staple food. After filling the soup, they carefully covered the lid and went out.

There were too many people leaving. The childe's curiosity was seriously provoked. He bit his chopsticks and looked around, opened his mouth and asked, and others simply joined in twos and threes, covered the dinner plate and followed him shamelessly.

Seeing all this, the poison scholar frowned uneasily, kicked her under the table, and whispered, "Hey, what are you doing? Those childe brothers follow. If something goes wrong, how can they get along with each other for three or four years?"

Revenge ran over the feet of the poison scholar twice. Jiang qianxia turned his eyes and said, "you are still a scholar. At least you look forward to human nature, okay?"

"If Xiaosheng hadn't seen the ugly faces of these dandies, how could he abandon literature and become a rogue Ranger? You think Kung Fu is so easy to practice!"

Seeing that he was really excited, Jiang qianxia quickly softened his voice and calmed it with a warm voice.

"Don't worry, if only a few dandies get together and do something evil, it's still possible, but where is this?"

"You mean..."

"Who will look down on the poor? When they go to the battlefield, they are all brothers who have lost their lives. They only look at their temper and never care about their status."

"What about your son?"

Looking at the poison scholar shaking his head like a fool, Jiang qianxia buried himself in eating chicken wings and didn't bother to pay attention to the fool who didn't turn his head.

Poison scholar was in a hurry. As soon as he wanted to ask, he heard boundless coldly, "Yuwen listens to Tao."

When questioned, he pinched his nose and swallowed. The poison scholar stopped talking.

How weak can Yu Wenxuan, the legitimate son of the old fox, be? As like as two peas in the inside, the old man's temperament must be the same as that of his father.

There is such a noble old man pressing on the scene, and there is a fierce enemy who likes to roar at injustice. Your CHILDES can't do anything heinous unless their heads are kicked by a donkey.

Those in the canteen continued to focus on delicious food. Those who left with plates crossed the avenue and went to the secluded path to the west to the self cultivated land specially opened up by Shihui hall.

On the edge of the neat ridge is a row of simple but not simple farmhouse huts, which are pasted with cement outside. It faces south like the student dormitory. The dark hut is very bright.

It was at lunch time that many huts were not seen, and several families were ready to make a fire to cook.

Some squatted at the door and chewed wheat bran hard cakes, ate with relish in cold water, looked at the neat farmland and smiled happily.

The older ones hold an extra bowl of porridge, which is thin and can count a few grains of rice. A small dish of pickled vegetables was dry, and the neighbors ate each other. The sound of snoring porridge in the West was also lively.

Walking across the small slope, Qi nuoxian suddenly couldn't wait to get up and trotted to one of the huts. While running, he tried to maintain his balance. He was afraid that the lid of the dinner plate was not tight enough and the soup inside came out.

"Grandma! Look what good things your grandson has brought you!"

A pair of gray eyed old man raised his head in search of his voice, and his thin hand unconsciously leaned out. Qi nuoxian's eyes were red. He hurried to take a few steps to hold the rough hand.

Sitting next to grandma, Qi nuoxian carefully lifted the lid of the plate. The food inside was still hot.

Smelling the fragrance, grandma Qi subconsciously swallowed her throat first, and then said with some surprise: "how can there be meat? Your daughter is so generous to you. You have to work hard for your daughter and can't be lazy."

Work... He is a student now. The only requirement of the master for him is to study hard.

Ashamed, Qi nuoxian said with a clear smile, "my grandson must do a good job for the master. Come on, grandma, try it. This is the meal my grandson beat in the college canteen, potato stewed beef and three kinds of fried vegetables."

"The master said, the potatoes are soft. It's easy for you to eat. You haven't eaten beef yet. I asked the chef to give me some gluten. You can chew it slowly!"

Grandma Qi's face was relieved. She felt her new crutch with a little anger and wanted to teach her useless grandson a lesson.

When the crutch touched her hand, she raised it high, but she was reluctant to fight. She trembled for a long time. Grandma Qi hated to poke the ground with her crutch and scolded.

"What are potatoes? That's the grain we're still growing! According to the steward, this is precious grain. Forty or fifty loads of good things can be produced per mu! Do you know how many people can eat with this!"

"Starving parents don't eat grain. You're worthless. Do you ask your daughter to cook potatoes!"

Without waiting for Qi nuoxian to explain, grandma Qi raised her hand and slapped him hard when she thought there was beef inside.

"Sin! Can cattle be used to eat? I'm an old man. Where are cows worth money? If I have a cow to cultivate, I can serve more acres of land and return your daughter's kindness! You'd better give the old woman beef to eat. You're going to make me lose my life!"

I feel that what grandma said is very reasonable, but the cow was not killed by him. Qi nuoxian looked at the dishes on the plate wrongly and painfully, and didn't know what to say.

"Hehe, don't worry, the old man. Potatoes are new food. In addition to farming, you have to eat a little more often to know whether things are good or not. You can rest assured that beef is a kind of hairy cow, not a farm cow that can go to the ground. Like pork, it doesn't matter."

Grateful and somewhat vigilant, he looked at Yuwen listening to Tao who suddenly came out to rescue. Qi nuoxian put on a polite smile and got up to salute and thank him.

Grandma Qi was a little unconvinced when she learned that Yuwen Tingtao was the prime minister's legitimate son. She was even more uncomfortable - your childe didn't know that firewood and rice were expensive. How could he know the value of grain and cattle

Doubt is doubt, but under the persuasion of her grandson and your childe, grandma Qi still had a pilgrimage mood and ate two potatoes and a small piece of beef with a bright smile.

Never tasted the wonderful taste, which made the old man excited like a little doll for the new year, praising and thanking all the time.

He divided a small portion of rice and two chopsticks of vegetables. The old man ate with relish, but no matter how they persuaded him, he would never touch the beef again.

"When you young people are growing up, how can an old woman compete with children for food? No, you can eat more. I have enough! You haven't eaten dry food for many years. Your heart is kind. The old woman is blind, but her nose is smart. You smell that there is enough oil and water in the green vegetables, which is more fragrant than the new year's Eve meal served by the young lady!"

Looking at Qi nuoxian being pressed by grandma Qi to eat the food in the plate clean, and then looking at the same scenes in front of all the huts, Yu Wen Tingtao and other xungui children who came to join the fun were in a complex and unspeakable mood.

"See, the more children who have never seen human suffering, the easier they are to be touched by simple gratitude and contentment."

Jiang qianxia, who wandered over with enough food and drink, looked at the tasteless Xun GUI children who huddled aside to eat and smiled gently.

"They are still children and can teach well. Isn't that our responsibility as teachers?"