Chapter 41: Home Cooking

Zombies may not have to eat, but the students of Wusheng Class 1 still have to worship the Five Zang Temple. If this survival battle is really going to take three to five years, then it is estimated that the battle content of "how we fight this time" accounts for less than 10%, and the rest is all "where we go to eat this time."

Time passed in the midst of a rare serious discussion, and soon it was noon. The winter sun is gentle like a lover's eyes, and the frost and snow on the ground begin to melt silently in such a look. But this is destined to be a slow and long process, because the light with light warmth is really gentle, as if every melting a snowflake will make it unbearable, so desperately repress their own heat, so that the snow-covered world stay longer, longer.

"Shouldn't we make a fire and cook?" Li Jingyu belly has been called for a long time, see no one to start, can only tentatively propose, at the same time implicitly expressed do not want to eat vacuum sweet glutinous chestnut kernel and wafer position, "will not eat snacks for lunch?"

"And snacking? " Compared with Li Jingyu, Qiaosiqi students are much more free and unrestrained, think what to say, and express their feelings directly, "I am now greedy for meat and every time I eat something I bite my tongue, and then I am easy to bite myself!"

Chow also wants to eat meat, but disagrees with Johns' accusation: "You crave meat? All that shredded squid and beef jerky in the dog?"

Josiqi's face was a little restless, and it took a long time to mutter resentfully: "You didn't eat it, too."

Zhou is even lazy to roll his eyes: "Yes, thank you for giving me those two pieces."

Lin Di Lei could not help standing up with laughter, moving her arms and legs, and tying her head with the rubber band on her wrist: "What do you want to eat, sister will do for you!"

Li Jingyu: "Rice!"

Luo Geng: "Steamed bread!"

Johns: "Meat!"

Qi said: "More or less also bring some vegetables, nutrition balance."

Wang Qingyuan: "Then add another soup."

Zhou Tong: "Isn't there an oven over there? In fact, it would be nice to have some baked rice, lasagna or something exotic."

"..." Lin Di Lei lowered her head, took a few deep breaths in a row, and when she lifted her face again, she smiled and said softly, "You spoke too fast just now, I didn't remember, can you repeat it again?"

Wusheng 1 swallowed a collective saliva, and at this moment, the seven souls reached an unprecedented tacit understanding

"Just get enough."

The big cooker in the back of the first layer of the kitchen is formed in one piece, long strip, there are more than a dozen cooktops, each of which sits on a giant wok, so big that the cooking shovel is like a spade, and a pot comes out is a full iron plate, no problem.

There are two separate small rooms in the kitchen on the first floor of the spacious space. 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 could be seen standing inside. Apparently, this is the source of fuel for the dozen or so large stoves. The head of these gas tanks is much larger than that of ordinary household liquefied gas tanks, which is strange at first glance, but it is also consistent with the big stove and the big pot.

When we ran to the canteen, we also worried that if the canteen used the unified supply of gas pipelines in the city for cooking, then the heating has stopped, and the fear of gas and natural gas is not much better. I didn't feel relieved until I ran in here and realized I was using a gas tank.

However, the ensuing problem is more serious - the gas tank is a fixed capacity, the fuel inside is used up to replace the whole, and now there will be no one to replace it, then cook and cook, how to do? Early stage may also be able to find the rest of the gas tank from the second and third floors of the back kitchen, of course, will not and class 2 students fight and it is a headache, but even if you get it, it will always be useful to finish the day, to then how? It's not realistic to have a permanent fire like the Olympic flame, and you can count on one hand the number of combustibles you can find in the whole canteen: panels, rolling pins, over. All that's left are unburnable POTS and pans and plastic stools outside metal tables.

Since there is no solution for the moment, let's focus on the present.

Lin Di Lei went to the gas room, looked carefully around the gas tanks, and finally patted one by one, coaxing the children: "I hope you can stick to a few more days."

As a man in the only kitchen fruits, Zhou will naturally help to help, so also follow up the gas room. See Lin Di Lei made a wish on the gas tank, simply came forward to hold the jar, shake it hard next to a two.

The liquid in the tank made a sound with the rhythm of shaking around.

After a while, Zhou set the last jar back on its feet and announced the identification results: "There are two remaining about half, and the other two remaining a little less, at most one-third."

Lin Di Lei actually did not use the gas tank, the family has been walking the city's gas supply pipeline, came to the university to steal cooking is also electricity, so seriously seek advice: "How long can it be used?"

"My family used to use that pot, if I remember correctly, should be 15 kilograms," Zhou all the family in recent years no longer use gas tanks, he can only with vague impression to try to recall, "normal cooking, it is only one and a half months." Said he looked carefully at the bottle in front of him, the above apparently wrote 50kg, a rough calculation, the week all have a number in the heart, "Now here is left 0.5*2+0.33*2, that is, 1.66 big cans, big cans are 3.33 times the small cans, 1.16*3.33*1.5 is 8... Well, let's not count the decimal points carefully, let's call it eight months."

"Eight months? Are you sure?"

"In theory." Zhou all also dare not say too dead, in case the students rushed to prepare for a year, the results just arrived four months, poof, the stove fire out, it is estimated that the fire of his life will follow along with the death.

That's exciting enough, even in theory. Lin Di Lei is almost humming a little song under the guidance of Zhou uniform lit the stove fire...

Ba-boom!

At the moment of the huge fire, if Lin Di Lei had not ducked quickly, several strands of hair falling from her forehead would have been burnt out.

"You, your home fire is so fierce..."

"Uh..."

"I'll give you one more chance."

"At this rate of burning for two months, there must be no problem!"

"Has anyone ever told you that being cute when a woman is angry is suicide?"

"..."

The kitchen stove is different from the home, it is specially designed, and the strength of the fire is simply outrageous, and the hydraulic valve in the gas room has been debuted for half a day, all of which ended in failure. It is too small, the fire is directly extinguished, and it is not easy to stabilize the fire, the fire and the cooking fire at home are basically similar, not so happy, it is found that such a fire is not enough for the big pot, the dish is not hot in the pot for half a day. If you insist on using such a small fire, the amount of gas used per unit time is reduced, but when the food is cooked, the total time of gas use will be extended, and the result is still so large.

If you have to choose between a big fire and a small fire, Zhou would rather save time to have a good time - and think about this, he will not tangled, determined on the fire.

This is bitter Lin Di Lei.

The whole time, she missed the small stove on the second floor, where she could cook bean sprout soup with ease, whereas here she had to stir it four times fast forward or it would burn.

On this side, Lin Di Lei swung the spade in full swing, and all other weeks were stronger with the steamed rice machine, studying for a long time before reluctantly sending the steamed rice iron tray with rice soaked in water into it, holding the heart to try, wiping the sweat on the forehead, and pressing the button to start.

Six small partners in the distance to watch the whole process, at this time filled with emotion --

Josiki: "They look more nervous than they were when they were fighting zombies..."

Li Jingyu: "I worked too hard."

Luo Geng: "And sweat, such a cold day, they sweat."

Josiki: "You make it sound like they're up to something."

Wang Qingyuan: "Only you think so!"

Song Fei, Qi Yan: "Uh..."

"I'm sorry, I'm so unsociable." Wang, the only student who has not obtained a driver's license, decided to go to the side to quiet himself.

Uncooked rice, stir-fried cabbage that melts in your mouth, and a generous slice of meat inside, save this disastrous lunch. Wu Sheng Class 1 also ignore the problem that eight people eat a dish is too poor, anyway, there is a large pot of dishes, so the taste of long-lost home dishes, all wolfed up.

At first some people took the time to say a few words, mumble, or comment on the meal or chat. But after that, there was no more noise.

A strange emotion revived with the warming stomach.

Before, no one would feel such an ordinary meal rare, but after eating more than ten days of instant noodles eight treasure porridge snacks, after experiencing all kinds of dangerous hardships, sit down, re-eat such meals, it is difficult to calm down - the original world's most kind, is those you never care about, but very familiar things, such as hometown vegetation, parents told, And the smoke from the stove at home every day.

A tear fell into the rice, Lin Di Lei holding the bowl, lowered her head, tried to blink her eyes, and held back the back.

No one found out.

Because the male students are not good to where to go, the homesick homesick, the mother of the mother, but the men have tears do not flick.

Song Fei sucking nose, pickpocket finished the last bite of rice, feel the atmosphere is a little depressed, look around, suddenly had an idea, quietly up.

"What are you doing with a shovel?" Have not finished the Qiaosiqi sharp eyes found that Song Fei to another empty not use the big pot out of the cooking shovel.

"It's okay, you eat yours." Song Fei perfunctory, go to the window.

Josiki shrugged his shoulders, ignored him, and went on eating.

Other small partners have also looked at Song Fei, but in view of the latter's habit of taking an unusual road, so the comrades also let it go.

Except Qi Yan.

Song Fei looking for a shovel, Qi Yan knew what he was going to do, so from beginning to end alert.

Song Fei did not know, but when he was not aware of it, after confirming that there were still no zombies outside, he quietly opened the window, and stretched out the big spatula with almost no difference with the spade, and gently shoveled a layer of snow from the ground that had not yet melted. Finally, he carefully took back the shovel and put it flat on the ground, closed the window, squatted down to gather the snow on the shovel together, and covered it into a small snow ball in his hand.

All I need is the bad guy.

Showing the thief's bad smile, Song Fei turned around, just want to go back, is on Qi Yan dangerous squinting eyes.

Song Fei Jianguo, quickly made a "hush, keep quiet" gesture.

Qi Yan's eyes flashed a trace of doubt, but did not make a sound.

Song Fei tiptoe to still in the meal behind Wang light yuan, index finger a hook his back neck, the other hand of the snow will be sent into his neck with lightning.

So Wang light far reaction is not right, the cold snow has already rolled into the depths of his clothes, everywhere, a cold acid cool.

Wang Xiaoyuan actually refrained from screaming, but people jumped up all of a sudden, took a look at Song Fei's expression and the shovel under the window and understood what was going on. Without saying a word, he went to open the window and shovel the snow!

Half a minute later, Wang light far snow was Song Fei flexible escape, and finally hit the face of Qiaosiqi behind him.

Josi can not eat dumb loss, immediately join the battle.

Within a few minutes of this, the whole Wusheng Class 1 entered the happy snowball fight mode. Although not too bold to shout, but everyone's face is filled with long-lost happiness.

-- except for the Qi.

As the first person to discover Song Fei's intention, Qi Yan's emotional ups and downs are very complicated. At first he was flattered. Look, I got you. Then it was a threat. How dare you throw it at me? Then judging from the calm on the other side's face, the original goal is not him. Finally was lucky or he still can not like the Wang students.

Self-love ah, really a painful thing.

Back kitchen corner, play tired of the temporary truce Qiaosiqi and Zhou all two classmates, found the distance comrades unusual quiet -

Josiki: "What's he sitting there thinking?"

Zhou Uniformly: "I don't know."

Josh: "Looks very upset."

Zhou Uniformly: "Thinking too much, always thinking too much."

Josiqi: "If you like a person like Song Fei, can you continue to be silly?"

Zhou Tong: "It depends on how to say..."

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao on the other side called up -

"Qi Yan you sit still with an old man like why, come, happy ah, anyway week said, we can at least be here for three months!"

The two men withdrew their eyes and continued --

Josiki: "How do you say?"

Zhou Tong: "The first day I found love, I became a monk."

Korean kitchen on the second floor, six heads in the window.

Fu Xiyuan: "They are now sticking out and digging a spade, and then sticking out and digging a spade, what are they doing?"

Wu Zhou: "Here we are an ancient capital, there are many tombs, did you find any clues?"

Zhao He: "Don't beep, even at this time still rob the tomb?"

He asked: "Maybe you want to make a side hole into the tomb to hide from the zombies."

Feng Qi Bai: "The zombie is hiding, and then meet the zombie how to do?"

He Zhi asked: "I find you think questions are very sharp ah..."

Huang Mo quietly left the window, find a corner to sit down and start to seriously think about whether to change class.