Chapter 332 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 27
The Master looked at Xiao Fuchen, "Do you admit your mistake?"
Fuchen was pitiful and wanted to cry but held it back. He stretched out his hand and nodded "Hmm" with a cry in his voice.
The Master lowered his eyes and looked at Wan Chen.
Wan Chen stretched out his hand and said, "I'll do it for you."
"What is your identity? Go aside." Wan Fan looked at him coldly.
When Wan Fan spoke, Wan Chen's outstretched hand immediately came down, and his whole body was like wilted grass, with his head drooping.
Wan Chen moved a step to the side, revealing the floating dust behind him.
Fuchen's hand is still stretched out.
The master raised his hand, lightly slapped his palm, and said with a cold tone, "Sit down in your seat and write your words well. You want to go out and play."
"Yeah." Fuchen responded in a low voice, hunched his neck and squatted back to his position.
Wan Chen came back to his senses and wanted to talk to Fu Chen, but Wan Fan looked at him coldly and shrank back. Then the master scolded him, "Sit back to class," and ran back.
Fuchen lay motionless on the table.
Wan Fan stretched out his hand, rubbed her palms, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Fuchen nodded, a little bit.
Wanchang remained silent, thinking about something.
Zhuge Jin, who was sitting in the front row, thought about the fortune telling that he had made for Wanchang this morning and the fortune telling for Shanze.
This hexagram is like a cart losing its ears (ears, the ancient cart rails).
If your luck is not in your favor, don't act recklessly, just change the festival and the moon, and everything will go smoothly naturally.
But looking at all this now, although there are some small ups and downs, it is still going smoothly and there is no hexagram.
Could there be anything else?
Zhuge Jin hesitated whether to remind Wan Fan.
Although this hexagram is shown as a [loss] hexagram, it does not have a sinister meaning. It is easy to break.
The next class was uneventful. The stone dial outside showed noon.
The clepsydra outside the window where the master is sitting has been refilled with water four times.
When the clepsydra was finally lifted, the Master put away the bamboo slips and said, "get out of class is over."
Everyone stood up, put away their belongings, and rushed to the public kitchen to eat.
After paying the tuition fee, Sage College will provide food and accommodation.
Wan Fan gathered his things, picked up Fu Chen, who had fallen asleep early, and went to the public kitchen.
Sage Academy advocates no waste.
There was a master at the door of the public kitchen with a ruler, and he would beat anyone he saw leftover food.
Wan Fan walked in and saw that the public kitchen was surrounded by two rows of tables. Four dishes, one soup, a bucket of rice, and a bucket of steamed buns were placed there for everyone to help themselves.
Take as much as you can eat.
There were people queuing up on both sides with big bowls of food.
The dishes are not particularly good, but they are all popular nowadays. Stewed radish with meat, Chinese cabbage, stir-fried meat with beans, braised fish, and stir-fried leeks.
Three meat dishes and one vegetable dish (leeks count as meat dishes).
It is the ration of the small rich family.
Wan Fan patted Fu Chen awake. Fu Chen woke up in a daze and was put at Wan Fan's feet. He was patted on the head again and told to find a place to sit down.
The floating dust slowly found its position.
Wan Fan took a large plate like a basin to cook rice, and took three full spoonfuls of each dish.
The people next to me were stunned and reminded, "Wanchang, you are so wasteful. Can you finish eating this?"
The master from outside also came over, without saying a word, with his hands folded across his chest, and the ruler in his hand was too dazzling.
Wan Fan remained silent, took ten more steamed buns, and then sat down.
His share is equivalent to that of four or five other people.
Everyone looked at Wan Fan, waiting to see him being scolded by the Master.
But Wanchang just pinched half of the steamed bun and started eating it. He took two chopsticks and took a bite of the steamed bun.
Two chopsticks and half a spoonful of food.
A mouthful of steamed buns is just half a steamed bun.
Everyone didn't care about eating themselves and watched Wan Bran eat.
That plate of vegetables and steamed buns was just a matter of picking up a piece of meat by myself. When I raised my head again, it was gone to the next level.
There is a cauldron on the left side of the kitchen, with a thicker incense stick stuck on it, and it will burn out for half an hour (half an hour).
You must finish eating when the incense burns out, otherwise you will not be given food, and you will be scolded and beaten by the Master.
Now the incense has only burned to one fifth.
The master looked at Wan Bran, but in just one cup of tea (five minutes), less than half of the amount had been consumed. He knew that he could finish it, so he walked away.
In previous years, those who came in from the back and queued up for food found that there were no steamed buns left.
He looked at Wan Fan, who was eating on a large plate.
He came over and said to Wan Fan in a calm tone, "Why did you eat everyone's food? If you eat so much by yourself, how will the people coming behind us eat?"
The words are not urgent, but also mean to make things difficult.
"There is still food." The eldest prince of Jiang Kingdom reminded next to him.
Southerners love to eat.
Northerners love to eat steamed buns.
The Sage Academy is spread all over the world, so it will naturally take care of it.
The man turned around and said, "I don't like to eat, we just like to eat steamed buns."
"Just let the cook steam it." Prince Jiang continued.
It's not a big deal, just let the people below do it. Why start a small conflict?
Wan Fan lowered his head to eat the vegetables, picked up the meat with chopsticks for Fu Chen, wiped her mouth, and paid no attention to her from beginning to end.
This brother didn't mean to make things difficult, he was just angry that he had no food, so he immediately called the cook, "We don't have enough steamed buns, please steam another one."
The cook looked around, his eyes immediately fixed on Wan Fan.
The chef behind the scenes is equally well-informed about what happened in the front.
Not to mention Wan Fan’s comments in the examination room, they cooks are also the first-line gossips.
The cook spread his hands and said, "That's all my job. I cook two meals on time every day. There is no reason to add extra meals. Want to steam? Steam it yourself. Or, whoever eats more will get it."
He looked at Wanchang.
As soon as this was said, everyone frowned.
They are all not stupid. Of course they know that the cook is trying to keep the fire going.
However, the rule of the Sage Academy is "equality". In addition to respecting the Master, even the cooks feel that they have an equal status with these people.
As long as they continue to work with Sage Academy, no one will really have to settle accounts with them because of the reputation of Sage Academy.
Not to mention, Wan Fan’s voice among the people in all countries is not good.
A year ago, the cook could have beaten him to death.
Wan Fanmo had finished his meal and was feeding Fu Chen some vegetables.
Fuchen eats slowly, chews a lot in one bite, and has to wiggle his feet a few times while he plays by himself.
Wan Fan pointed at Gao Xiang, "Don't eat too late, or you will get slapped on the palm by Master."
"You take the beating for me." Fuchen said while chewing the steamed bun.
"What?"
Fuchen emphasized, "Brother, take care of me."
Wan Fan didn't take it seriously and touched her head without saying anything.
The two of them were eating without even looking at the person behind them.
At this time, the man who had not eaten the steamed buns also became angry, pointed at Wanchang and shouted, "You should say a few words!"
Wan Fan turned his back to the person and did not want to face any cook head-on. "Go and ask the dean, if a cook fails to make enough steamed buns, is he negligent? There are not enough steamed buns, and some blame others for eating too much."
reason?"
There is no delay in feeding the food on hand.
"Hey, are you looking for trouble?" The cook was furious, and he rolled his arms and was about to hit someone.
Others don't know Wan Fan's actual status, but the native cook knows what kind of low-level person Wan Fan is.
Wan Fan stood up, grabbed the chef's fist, and asked, "In a battle on the battlefield, a general can defeat ten thousand troops by himself, and only one person can eat. Why do you go forward hungry?"
"You are not a general. You are a general." The cook said and kicked him over.
Wan Fan grabbed the man's hand and approached him, grabbed his arm, and kicked him in the back of his foot, causing him to kneel to the ground.
